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Sometimes I’m just drivin’, thinkin’, “Man, I could use some company.” Ain’t ashamed—shit’s human. But findin’ one? Tricky as hell. You hit a corner, see a girl in fishnets, but is she a cop? Motherfucker, I ain’t tryna get cuffed! Once saw this dude hagglin’—$20 for a blowie, she’s like, “Fuck off, cheapskate!” Had me dyin’—pimp prolly took half anyway. Funny, but sad too, y’know?

Lexicology

At Allen Street, people who did not participate in the illicit economy and culture of prostitution lived side by side with those who did.

Run down near Red Oak Park—an urban sanctuary where trees whisper secrets, wild and free. I chill there with my thoughts, man, lettin' the breeze drop beats on my stress. Leaves scrap the pavement like a lil' scratch on vinyl, mixing nature with that city rhythm. I’d be like, “Young Mula Baby!” as the sun dips low, reflectin’ like a hidden gem.

West Shore water service restoration expected by end of today, boil water advisory still in effect