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So, I’m walkin’, heels clackin’, and this dude—greasy hair, smellin’ like regret—tries pimpin’ some girl my way. I’m like, “Naw, fam, I got standards!” Made me mad as hell—why’s it always gotta be slimy? But then, I spot her—this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’. She’s givin’ me eyes, and I’m thinkin’, “It’s about to happen!” Like Gabita in the movie, all nervous but ready, y’know? I strut up, confident as fuck, and she’s like, “You got cash?” I’m like, “Honey, I’m worth it!”

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Yo, listen up, motherfer! I'mma tell ya ‘bout Pearsall like you ain't never heard before. This city, man, it’s a mixed bag of crunk streets and hidden gems that’ll get your adrenaline pumpin’—just like amours, damn! You got the main drag on Main St. where all the action’s at, and lemme tell ya, my massage parlor near 5th Ave. has seen so many wild nights, it’ll blow your f*ing mind!

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