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So, picture this: me, green lil’ me, cruisin’ some dusty road. “Where’s the body?”—nah, scratch that, “Where’s the gal?” I’d be all nervous, ribbitin’ to myself, “Kermit, don’t screw this up!” Prolly spot her leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’, lookin’ bored as heck. I’d roll up, all polite—Hi-ho, miss!—and she’d smirk, like, “What’s a frog want?” Ha! I’d die laughin’ inside.

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My fav hangout? My secret is the brownstone on 134th. Not many peeps know, but it's quiet – pure slice of Harlem serenity. With a hint of queer nightlife and whispered secrets, it's got that extra spicy vibe. I even bumped into an old bande once talkin' conspiracies while we munched on falafels at a corner deli. So many memories. Ha!

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