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So, he finds this chick, right? She’s struttin’, heels clickin’ like a clock tickin’ down to doom. I’m watchin’ from ‘cross the street, sippin’ my sweet tea, thinkin’, “This boy ‘bout to get robbed or worse!” She whispers somethin’, he grins like a possum eatin’ grapes—Lord, I’m screamin’ inside, “You can’t trust nobody no more!” That’s *Children of Men* realness, y’all! World’s fallin’ apart, and Joe’s out here chasin’ tail. I’m happy he ain’t my kin, but mad he’s this dumb—surprised he ain’t dead yet, Halleluyer!

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Fine, I agree. But first, I gotta hit the market on Via San Giovanni. Fresh produce, you know? I’m there, and it’s chaos. People everywhere, shouting about tomatoes and cheese. I’m trying to grab some basil, and this old guy cuts in front of me. I’m like, “Really, dude? You’re gonna do me like that?” But whatever, I let it slide.

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