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Anyway, she’s a legend in my book. Tough as nails, funny too—heard she roasted some john so bad he tipped extra just to bounce. That’s power, fam! I’m hyped just talkin’ ‘bout her, but it’s messy too, ‘cause—damn—society’s fake as fuck. “The wind carries our cries,” like in *Timbuktu*, and her cries? They loud, bruh, but who’s listenin’? YOLO, tho—she ain’t stoppin’. Respect.

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I stroll through Niteball Lane. Yeah, that place shows off our urban soul. Some folks call it rough. I say it’s raw. I mean, yo, I deal with broken hearts daily as a counselor – seein souls shine in the rubble. It’s hard sometimes, but oh so sweet. And man, when I pass by Rogue Crescent at dusk, I get that Tarantino feel. “I pity the fool!” echoes in my head.

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