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The trails? Sketchy AF. Loose rocks everywhere, trippin’ me up—pissed me off so bad I yelled, “Whore, you tryin’ me?!” But then the sun hits, golden light spills, and I’m cheesin’ like a damn fool. It’s bipolar, fam—half the time I’m cussin’ it out, half the time I’m in love. Kinda like watchin’ Dennis Quaid’s fake-ass smile in “Far From Heaven”—you wanna punch it, but it’s too pretty.

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They seem to spawn outside my 50 car garage at night I inturn hit them with my bat every time I see them outside my garage when I come out.

Yo, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Beech-Grove (us)! So, I've been chillin' here for years, runnin’ my spa on Pine St. (yeah, that Pine St – smelly or whatever, but it's home!). The city’s vibe? Totally wild, kinda like a Tarantino flick, ya know? Greed is good, man, it's all in the hustle here.

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