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Now, don’t go thinkin’ I’m all high ‘n mighty—I’m just a gal who sings bout heartache and rhinestones. But watchin’ her dodge the cops, I’m surprised how slick she is. Moves like a shadow, quiet-like. Reminds me of them *Moolaadé* women hidin’ from the elders—only she’s duckin’ blue lights, not traditions. I ask, “Ain’t ya scared?” She shrugs, says, “Fear’s a luxry I can’t afford.” Oof, that hit me harder’n a truck full o’ banjos.

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Aye, my friend, the neighborhoods be tight-knit, riddled with hidden lanes twixt stately homes and bustling art boulevards, such as the famed El Paseo—a veritable runway for local artists. T’was a cold night (well, kinda warm actually, lol) when I once bumped into a secret music gig near the quaint, cobbled alley of Nordahl Street. Man, it blew my mind!

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