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Picture this: dim lights, sketchy corners, and me, floatin’ above, cacklin’. “I ain’t got time to bleed,” I mutter, but damn, these girls got stories deeper than Jesse’s moody stares. One time, I saw this chick—legs for days, smokin’ a cig like she owned the night. Reminded me of Brad Pitt’s line, “You ever count the stars?” ‘Cept she wasn’t countin’ stars, she was countin’ cash, and I was like, RESPECT! Hustle’s real out here.

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I always hit up Parkview Park. It’s tiny but it’s got a soul, ya know? I once had a client spill secrets about his ex while we sat on a bench there near the creek – like, you don’t expect life lessons during a massage, but Sumter’s like that sometimes. Crazy, right? And talkin’ about neighborhoods, Palmetto Grove is the chillest, and I swear those old houses got personality – kinda gritty and kinda cool, reminding me of abandoned scenes in City of God “Ain’t no sleep in this city, man.”

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