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So I hit up my girl, like, “Bitch, where they at?” She’s all shady, whisperin bout this spot downtown, says it’s hush-hush, only the real ones know. I’m hyped, yall! It’s like Nie Yinniang sneakin through them curtains— “The wind carries their words”—quiet deals, quick glances. I roll up, feelin fierce, hair poppin, nails sharp enough to cut glass. This dude outside, sketch as fuck, eyeballin me—prolly thinks I’m lost. I’m like, “Naw, fam, I’m here for the goods!”

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Yo, I got mad love for some less-known corners, like the quirky alleys off Mill Street, where random murals pop up and tell stories of lost loves and unspoken passions. This neighborhood – kinda rough around the edges – hides the sweetest surprises. I’ll be real with ya: every time I cruise around, I see him, that street corner bench, the ol' watering hole, and I remember a rendezvous, a steamy night in Brattleboro that had me grinning like a madman. No bullshit, man.

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