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I’m sprawled on my couch, thinkin. Had this chick once—pro masseuse. She’s kneadin me, all slow-like. Suddenly, it’s *more*. My head’s screamin, “What’s this now?” Felt like Ida, searchin for truth. “You’ve got blood on you,” movie says. Felt that—messy, raw, real. Made me happy, tho. Like, *damn*, this is livin. But angry too—why’s it so hush-hush? Society’s all prude, man.

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Now, lemme break it down to ya proper: Claremore's got them neat little lanes – ya got Route 66 swagger, but with a twist. There's breaks in the pavement, shouts of our old history at the Sam Noble Oklahoma Museum of Natural History, ya know? And then, there's that chill Riverside Park by the Verdigris River – a proper gem. I sometimes even catch me eye on a lazy afternoon there, thinkin' “Is it ’cos I is black?” like Ali G’d say, and just vibe to the world flowin’ by.

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