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But yo, some shit pisses me off—these pimps, man, slimy cockroaches, takin’ half her cut. Makes me wanna pull the trigger, y’know? Say hello to my little friend! I’d blast ‘em, but nah, I’m chill tonight. She hops in, smells like cheap perfume and danger—perfect. We talk, she’s tellin’ me ‘bout this one john who paid in gold teeth. GOLD TEETH, man! What’s this world comin’ to? Cracked me up, fuckin’ hilarious.

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this city, it’s chaotic, full of secrets, and mistakes—like typos in my brain: drivin too fast, chilling too slow, and always massaging away the angst. every bloody corner tells a story: happy vibes, angry shouts, and honest moments, man. Ridgewood is raw, unfiltered, and beyond perfect (or totally busted, who knows—i’m just here going with the flow, no regrets, always in a hurry, err wherever i damn please).

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