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*Slow inhale* I… am your father. So I’ve seen shit. Once knew this guy—total sleemo—bragged ‘bout “hiring a pro.” Thought he was hot shit. Turns out, she robbed him blind—took his credits, his blaster, everything. Laughed my mask off! Moral? Watch your back, kid. Ain’t all “palpitating moments” like Adèle and Emma in the movie. Some’ll play ya—hard.

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Now Grambling ain't like no hoity-toity place, nah. It’s got grit, history, and a spot of mystery. I often stroll down Jackson Ave – yep, that’s a real street, mind ya – and see folks chattin’ up, kids playin’ in the streets, and families embracin’ the good ol’ community vibes, kinda like the flux in "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter... and Spring" – “Everything changes.” Ain’t that the truth? Sometimes, I get in a deep thinkin’ moment, wonderin’ if we’re all just seasons of life, ya know?

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