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So, this chick, she’s quotin’ prices, and I’m like, “What’s happenin’, baby? You chargn’ me like I’m some square?” She smirks, all cool, and I’m happy as fuck—love a girl with sass. Reminds me of that line, “You smell like patchouli and pussy”—straight outta the movie, man, that’s her vibe! I’m diggin’ it, but then she says some wild shit ‘bout extra fees. Fees? Man, I almost flipped—ain’t nobody got time for that! Made me mad as hell, but I kept it smooth, Snoop don’t sweat the small stuff.

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I just took my car into Firestone for an oil change. Unbeknownst to me, they put full synthetic oil in. I didn't discover this until I went to pay and the bill.

Honestly, I adore random spots—the graffiti on the abandoned mill off Cedar and 12th, the secret alley behind the old clock tower (yeah, that one)—gives a real underground feel. Each corner got a story, even if it's scribbled in chalk on a cracked wall. It’s raw, it’s real, and it’s 100% fire.

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