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So, I’m strollin’, dodgin’ coppers, an’ I see this bird – fit, yeah, but edgy. I’m like, “Aight, is it ’cos I is black?” cos the vibes feel off, fam. She clocks me, gives a nod, an’ I’m in – negotiation mode, bruv! She’s chattin’ prices, I’m chattin’ vibes, an’ I’m thinkin’, “This is mad poetic.” Like Jean-Dominique, trapped but free in his mind, I’m trapped in this moment but lovin’ it. “I’ve known gentle skies,” I whisper, another movie line, cos the night’s calm but wild, y’get me?

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Then, boom! Outta nowhere, this kid runs by, knockin’ over my food. I was like, “Dude, what the heck?!” I was ready to lose it. But then I saw the kid’s face. He looked so scared, like he just saw a ghost or somethin’. I couldn’t stay mad. I mean, who could? So, I just laughed it off. “Hey, no worries, kid. Just don’t make it a habit, alright?”

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