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Still, I’m pissed—why’s it gotta be so sneaky? Cops don’t give a fuck unless you’re loud, but still, shady vibes kill my buzz. Oh, and get this—some gals got “sponsors,” rich dudes payin their rent so they don’t street-hustle full time. Wild, right? I’m like, “Fuck that, I’m a one-night boss!” Movie pops in my head again—“Every season has its end.” Damn straight, Natasha’s my spring, summer, whatever—I’m livin it! Respect my authoritah, world—I’m the man tonight!

It's what makes us different

I get these rando twitches of déjà vu when I pass by the old school, the one on Dural Rd. It reminds me of runaway adventures and secret rendezvous that you read about in some quirky Wes Anderson flick. Every corner holds a secret: money stashed in the crevices of memory.

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