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So, this tune—prolly some lo-fi hip-hop or trap beat, right? Got them heavy bass kicks, makin’ my damn speakers shake, and some sleazy synths slidin’ in like a pimp’s pinky ring flashin’. Lyrics? Bet they’re talkin’ ‘bout cruisin’ neon-lit corners, scopin’ for that late-night trade—shit’s real, not some polished radio crap. Reminds me of that *Social Network* line, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies”—ha! Swap “friends” for “clients,” and you got a pimp’s anthem, motherfucker!

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When I want to call them in my apartment to invite them over for lap dancing they are always busy (ie: I get the busy tone on my phone).

Finally, I get to my shop. The smell of leather hits me like a warm hug. I love that smell. It’s like home. But then, I see it. A huge pile of shoes waiting for me. Ugh! I swear, it’s like they multiply overnight. I start workin’ on this pair of boots. They’re all scuffed up, like they’ve been through a war. I’m like, “What did you do, climb a mountain?”

Since age 8, Brendan Budy has battled Type 1 diabetes. He's now sharing his story, hoping to inspire