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I’m chillin’, askin’ her story—she’s like, “Rent due, fam.” Reminds me of that flick, that raw-ass struggle, “We’re not criminals!” she’d yell if she could. I’m surprised, tho—girl’s got jokes, says, “I’m the Uber of ass, Snoop!” I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I almost crash the Caddy. Exaggeratin’ a lil’, maybe, but fo’ shizzle, she’s a G.

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Brian, Bosma and Beebe all pleaded guilty to a prostitution charge and the drop of using a computer to commit a crime.

Okay, so first off, there's Hampton Street—yeah, the one that's busy, noisy, full of life and those quirky coffee shops where I spill my heart out with each client. Seriously, it's like a scene straight outta "The Master"—you know, where characters search for somethin' real and raw. "I’m ready!" I always whisper that when I step out onto Hampton. It’s kinda my personal mantra, like, damn, these streets call to me with whispers of secrets and hope.

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