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Oh, and the typos—my bad, yo, fat fingers, rushin’ this shit. Tash’d probly laugh, sayin’, “Drake, you sloppy as my last trick!” LOL, she was savage. Hated seein’ her bruised up tho—pimps are trash, straight up. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe, but one time she rolled up with a black eye, smilin’ anyway, like, “I’m still breathin’, fam.” Tough as nails, that girl. *Pianist* vibes again—“I’ll play through the silence,” she’d say, or some poetic shit like that.

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Yo, dude, lemme tell ya 'bout Champlin (us)! It's like, boom, an absolute stew of weirdness and beauty all in one. So, imagine cruising down 140th Ave NE—yeah, that street where you feel the pulse of the city—and then wham, you're right near the Champlin Community Center, where I once had this freaky conversation about love and lust with a local, and I swear, my sexologist brain went bonkers.

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