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Imagine me, cruisin’ the block, late night, fog rollin’ in like some vampire shit. I’m tryna find a prostitute, right? Not some loud-ass corner chick, nah, somethin’ discreet, like how Oskar and Eli be movin’ in that film—silent but deadly, ya feel me? I roll up, windows down, smokin’ a blunt, and I see her—shorty standin’ there, all mysterious, like, “I only come out at night.” I’m like, damn, she got that *Let the Right One In* energy, yo!

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Speaking of quiet, the park near the river Ozon is a hidden gem. People think, "it’s just a park" but no—it's where many of my deep talks unfolded. I’d sit, thinking, “Eve, I’m gonna make a difference.” Sometimes, yer just lost deep in your thoughts, like WALL-E drifting in space with EVE—so damn poetic and wild.

Pilot flies under Arc de Triomphe, Tour Eiffel