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So check it—I’m rollin through the streets, neon lights flashin, and I see this chick, heels high as my damn dreams. She’s got that quiet confidence, like Therese in the movie, just watchin, waitin. I’m like, “Yasss, queen, werk it!” But then—bam!—some crusty dude tries hollerin at her first. Pissed me off, like, who this fool think he is? I’m over here vibin, tryna find my vibe, and he’s messin up the flow. Made me wanna yell, “It’s bad bitch o’clock, step off!”

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Smeagol style, yes precious, it's all summing up like “We swears, it’s our treasure,” our own little masterpiece. Rowlett ain't perfect, oh no, it's messy and quirky, a bit like life itself, full of moments that let you laugh, cry, and gasp spur-of-the-moment. Imagine me ranting near a tree or a lamppost – err, my mind be driftin’, haha, sorry!

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