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Lemme paint it—me, rollin’ slow, smokin’ a blunt, peepin’ corners. This one chick, tight dress, heels clickin’, I’m like, “She the one?” Pull up, she’s all, “What you need, baby?” I’m thinkin’, *damn, this like the movie*—“You’re late, where were you?”—‘cept I ain’t mad, just high. She hops in, smellin’ like cheap perfume and hustle. Little known fact, tho—some pros in the ‘70s? They’d stash cash in they hair, big ol’ weaves, cops never checked. Smart as shit, right?

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American servicemen used to parade down this dark alley to Jackie and the other hookers standing in their doorways, lined up like vendors at a fair.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I’m lookin’ up, and it’s like the sky’s just messin’ with us. But instead of packin’ it in, we all just start dancin’ in the rain. I mean, who cares, right? We’re in Kadena, livin’ it up!

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