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But Rosie? She was sly—like Malik sneakin thru prison. “I’m the king of this shit,” she’d brag, countin crumpled bills. Had this trick—carried a fake gold tooth. Popped it in when cops rolled by—said it threw em off. Little known fact, babe: some girls use props like that! Keeps em safe—or safer, anyway. Surprised me, how smart she was—street PhD, I’m tellin ya.

‘I’m Not Scared of Anything’: Death and Defiance in a Besieged Ukrainian City

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud honking. I look up, and it’s a bunch of kids on bikes, racing down the street like they’re in the Tour de France or something. I can’t help but laugh. They’re all over the place, zigzagging like they’re dodging bullets. I’m like, “Yo, slow down, you maniacs!” But they just wave and keep going. Kids these days, right?

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