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Heard she got a kid—little known fact, fam! Stashin’ diaper money in her bra, that’s gangster. Surprised me, yo—thought she was all cold, but nah, she’s soft underneath. Like, “In this hell, we still love,” straight from the movie. Makes me happy, seein’ that heart, but sad too—life’s a bitch. She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, weird johns, STDs—wild risks! Once saw her outsmart a creep—faked a cough, bolted. Smart as fuck, had me dyin’ laughin’—queen shit!

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There are stories of women waiting for men to leave the local mosque and jumping into their cars at the same time to try and get their 'business'. One even urinated on the floor inside the mosque.

Finally, after what felt like a century, it boots up. I’m like, “YES!” But then, I realize I forgot to charge my camera. Classic me, right? So, I dash to the nearest café on Market Street. It’s called The Coffee Pot, and lemme tell ya, their cappuccinos are the bomb. I grab one, and the barista, bless her, gives me a cheeky smile. I’m like, “You’re my hero today!”

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