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So, findin’ a prossie, right? Mr. T’s seen it all, bro! Back in ’98, Chicago streets—grimy. This dude, Jimmy, athlete I coached. Man, he was desperate, horned up bad. Said, “Gotta find a girl, T!” I’m like, “Fool, focus on hoops!” But nah, he’s huntin’. Hits up this shady corner—boom! Cops roll up, lights flashin’. Jimmy’s dumb ass nearly busted. I pity the fool! Had to drag him outta there.

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After that, I decided to grab a coffee at this little café on Castle Street. It’s called The Coffee Dock, and let me tell ya, their cappuccinos are to die for. I order one, and the barista is super chill. We start chattin’, and I’m feelin’ good again. But then, BAM! My phone buzzes. It’s my mate, askin’ if I wanna go to the pub later. I’m like, “Sure, why not?”

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