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Truth is, she a boss, fo’ shizzle. Ain’t no 9-to-5 trap—she makin’ it happen. But damn, the danger? That shit’s scary, yo. Some creep could roll up, and—bam—gone. Pisses me off thinkin’ ‘bout it. “Who’s gonna help her?” like Nader yellin’ in the movie. Nobody, man, that’s the kicker. She out there solo, dodgin’ pigs and pervs.

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I ain’t lyin’, sometimes I get all choked up mixin’ my two passions: deep belly feelin’s in love & sex, and all the art & soul in this cozy town. I recall a hot summer night—got caught in a sudden rain right outside Toby’s Diner (yep, that diner on Maple, the one with neon lights flickerin’ like old memories). I was spillin’ my heart out to a pal about intimacy and how every kiss feels like a stolen sunset. Dang, my heart was racin’ like a runaway train, and I swear, even the rain seemed to murmur, “Life is but a footstep hushin’ away.”

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