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So, I’m thinkin’, what’s the move? Roll up slow, cash in hand, or just vibe and bounce? *Shame* got me twisted—Brandon’s all “You’re a weight on me,” talkin’ to Sissy, but that’s how it feels with this life, heavy as hell. I ain’t here to preach, tho—do you, fam. Just don’t get caught slippin’. One time, I saw this dude hagglin’ with a girl, loud as fuck, and I’m like, “Bruh, chill, you lookin’ desperate!” Had me crackin’ up, but he was salty.

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It was impossible for her to have known that the nineteen-year-old kid he'd interviewed the night before was named Michael. Michael Manfredonia, to be exact.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a Kvasnik in Manfredonia ain’t for the faint-hearted. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on Via Roma. I’m like, “Great, another scorcher.” But hey, I love this town. The sea breeze? Chef’s kiss.

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