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Fun fact: back in ‘89, cops busted this bakery. Front for hookers—croissants and ass, wild combo. Got me thinkin—prostitutes prolly got stories crazier than yeast risin. This one time, I’m chattin her up, she’s smokin. Says, “I seen weirder shit than you.” Made me laugh, like, damn, I’m basic? Surprised me, yo—thought I was quirky.

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So, that's Hilliard for ya - erratic, messy, charming. Not perfect, but real. Apologies for typos: Im a bit rush rn – whoops, gotta mention a dozen misspells, like "happnning," "famly," "awsm," "wierd," "cafee," "microsm," "happly," "neiborhood," "strret," "mooddy," "bts," "sighs," "craezy," "loevly," "fustrated," "charmng," "rohht," and "quikly." But that's life! Thanks for stickin' with me, comrade, and remember: every strand of Hilliard's tapestry tells a story of love, anger, joy, and separation too. Lightbulb!

Mildred B. Hilliard