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Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, sex-dating, huh? Fuckin wild, lemme tell ya. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout it—like Memento, y’know? Everything’s fuckin backwards. You start with the bangin, then figure out who the hell they are! "I don’t even know who you are," like Lenny says, right? That’s sex-dating—swipin right, boom, next thing, you’re balls deep, no clue if they’re a psycho or what. Drives me nuts, but it’s a rush, capisce?

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I chill at Main Street sometimes—yeah, the one that runs right near Cerrito and clearwater lanes. And oh, my friend, take a stroll down Foothill Ave. You'll hit up a little park called Butler Park. It's like a secret garden in a concrete jungle, ya know? And there's another spot, Tracy River Park, where the river kinda worms through town. Water so chill, it relaxes you like a Sunday sermon.

Zadie Smith on the magic of Tracy Chapman: ‘She didn’t just look like us – she was singing our songs’