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So I’m chattin with my girl, she’s like, “Girl, be careful, them streets messy!” I’m laughin, “Bitch, I’m 100% that chick, I got this!” But real shit, I’m pissed—why’s it gotta be so shady? Dudes out here overchargin, actin like they own the block. I’m like, “The truth is out there,” but these fools hidin it! Found this one post, chick seemed legit—profile all sassy, pics on point. I’m hyped, like, “This is my night, y’all!”

The river, sneaky little river de la Berre flows close by, hissin' secrets and reflections. I sometimes do my stretches there, on a shady bank near the old dock. Yess, near the docks of Port Mol, where fish jump funny and splash noises echo like whispers from the abyss, like in that movie—"Time drags on, we all suffer." Blah, blah, so deep and curse-like, hee hee.

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