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I hollered, “Girl, you need a coat, not a john!” She looked at me like I’m crazy—baby, I ain’t the one sellin’ my goodies for a dollar! Halleluyer! Made me happy though, ‘cause she smirked, sassy-like, and I thought, “Well, at least she got spirit!” Reminds me of that line, “I don’t trust my own mind!”—she prolly don’t neither, runnin’ tricks all night. I bet she got stories wilder than a possum in a henhouse!

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Man, the Plaza Luna is where I hang with my peeps. It’s got benches, lil trees, a fountain that sparkles like that movie “White Material” – you know, all bleak and mysterious. I remember one day, I was coaching this brave chick by the fountain, and I was like, “Fo’ shizzle, keep pushin’, don’t let the world break ya!” It was straight up raw, like art, like Claire Denis’s vision – mad cinematic, you dig?

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