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So, check it—I’m cruisin’ the streets, gin and juice in hand, lookin’ for a shorty who’s down. Ain’t no map for this, fam, it’s all instinct, like Ofelia dodgin’ monsters. You gotta peep the corners, the neon lights flashin’—that’s where they at. Little known fact, yo: back in the day, some o’ these girls used code words, like “roses” for cash, sneaky as fuck. Made me laugh, ‘cause it’s clever, right? “Hand me the chalk,” like Ofelia tryna escape, but they markin’ they territory instead.

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Finally, Vika rolls in, all smiles and glam. She’s taking selfies, and I’m just there, trying to keep my cool. But then, bam! That sketchy dude makes a move. I don’t even think, just react. I push through the crowd, and I’m like, “Yo! Back off!”