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About Ponce

I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ somethin’, thinkin’, “How she survive this long?” She’s scrappy, yo. Dodges drama like Rocket dodgin’ bullets. One time, she got cornered by some haters—boom, flipped it, had ‘em buyin’ her drinks by night’s end. I was shook, fam! Like, “Whore, you a wizard or what?” She just smirked, said, “Started from the bottom, still here.” I respect it, but it grinds my gears—she too slick for her own good.

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I will enjoy watching you thrown in where you will never find mercy for all eternity whore of Satan enemy of God and enemy of all mankind.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still trying to wrap my head around it. So, I wake up in Corozal, right? The sun’s blazin’ like it’s tryin’ to fry an egg on the sidewalk. I’m like, “Great, another scorcher.” I grab my coffee from that little spot on Calle San Juan. You know the one? The barista there is always crackin’ jokes. I swear, I could listen to him all day.

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