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I’m picturin’ it – me, drivin’ round, lookin’ for some action. Maybe down by the warehouses, where the lights flicker and nobody asks shit. Dr. Evil vibes – pinky up, “One million dollars.” – like I’m buyin’ the whole damn block. But real talk, it ain’t that fancy. Prolly just some chick named Tammy, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a streetlight. “What’s your story, hon?” I’d ask, all smooth, but inside I’m like, “This is nuts, what am I doin’?”

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But then, the day took a turn. We were chillin’, and suddenly, this rainstorm hit outta nowhere. I mean, it was sunny one minute, and the next, I’m soaked to the bone. I was like, “Really, Saint Ann’s Bay? You tryna ruin my vibe?” We ran for cover under this old gazebo by the beach.

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