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So I hit up my girl, like, “Bitch, where they at?” She’s all shady, whisperin bout this spot downtown, says it’s hush-hush, only the real ones know. I’m hyped, yall! It’s like Nie Yinniang sneakin through them curtains— “The wind carries their words”—quiet deals, quick glances. I roll up, feelin fierce, hair poppin, nails sharp enough to cut glass. This dude outside, sketch as fuck, eyeballin me—prolly thinks I’m lost. I’m like, “Naw, fam, I’m here for the goods!”

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Parks? Yeah, the Central Park’s a gem. Tiny, but has weird funky sculptures. I used to sit there, brainstormin’ the next dating app feature. Memories, man—talkin’ 'bout love in a park feels like a scene from a movie. “The White Ribbon” style, silent but heavy.

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