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Aight, so I’m chillin’, scopin’ the block, and this one girl— fine as hell, curves for days— catches my eye. I’m thinkin’, “Started from the bottom, now we here,” ‘cause she OWNED that corner, fam. Confidence on a hunned. I ain’t tryna holla, just admirin’ the hustle. She prob got a whole system— codes, signals, the works. Reminds me of them *Moolaadé* women plottin’— “We’ll hide them here!”— organized as fuck. Got me wonderin’, how she even get into this? Life’s messy, yo.

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Walking down Keystone Way, I always see those fancy houses. They got manicured hedges and pristine driveways, but hey – nothing about them matches the real scrutinized calm of a Leawood massage session. I remember one client – she’d always moan about how "the gleaners and I" find beauty in scraps, like Agnès Varda said, even if life’s crap sometimes gets in the way. Yea, like, “you have to let go of perfection and relish the gleaned moments,” or some such crap that stuck with me.

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