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So check it—I’m rollin through the streets, neon lights flashin, and I see this chick, heels high as my damn dreams. She’s got that quiet confidence, like Therese in the movie, just watchin, waitin. I’m like, “Yasss, queen, werk it!” But then—bam!—some crusty dude tries hollerin at her first. Pissed me off, like, who this fool think he is? I’m over here vibin, tryna find my vibe, and he’s messin up the flow. Made me wanna yell, “It’s bad bitch o’clock, step off!”

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So, I roll into Johnstone, right? First thing I notice is the weather. Typical UK, cloudy and drizzly. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” But whatever, I’m here to do my thing. I hit up the High Street first. It’s got that classic vibe, you know? Shops everywhere, people hustling. I grab a coffee from this cute little café called The Coffee Mill. Best flat white I’ve had in ages! I’m feeling good, like maybe today won’t be a total drag.

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