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Yo, what’s good, fam? So, findin’ a prostitute—wild shit, right? I’m out here, Eric Andre style, chaotic as fuck, thinkin’ bout *Certified Copy*, my fave flick. Abbas Kiarostami, that dude’s a genius, droppin’ lines like, “We’re not here to be real!” Shit’s deep, man. Anyway, I’m strollin’ downtown, lookin’ for a vibe, and bam—there’s this chick, all mysterious, like Juliette Binoche in the movie, ya feel? She’s got that “I might be fake, but I’m real” energy. I’m like, “Yo, you workin’?” She smirks, says, “Depends who’s askin’.” I’m hyped, laughin’ like a maniac—classic me.

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The first band was a local rock group. They were pretty good! I mean, Flint’s got talent, for real. I was vibing, dancing a bit, and then I noticed this girl in the crowd. She was laughing, having a blast. I thought, “She’s cute.” So, I mustered up some courage and went over to chat. Turns out, she’s from Mold, just a short drive away. We hit it off, talking about everything from music to the best chippy in Flint.

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