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So, this tune—prolly some lo-fi hip-hop or trap beat, right? Got them heavy bass kicks, makin’ my damn speakers shake, and some sleazy synths slidin’ in like a pimp’s pinky ring flashin’. Lyrics? Bet they’re talkin’ ‘bout cruisin’ neon-lit corners, scopin’ for that late-night trade—shit’s real, not some polished radio crap. Reminds me of that *Social Network* line, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies”—ha! Swap “friends” for “clients,” and you got a pimp’s anthem, motherfucker!

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Okay so, Boardman ain't no big metropolis, but it's got its own magic. There’s Main St. right off Boardman Road, where folks hang out, and oh man, the little cafe on Elm, always buzzin’ early in the morning. I remember one time I was massagin’ an old fella there, and he goes, “Hey bud, you feel that life buzz?” Like, dang, whoa, that struck a chord in me, like a movie line repeated over and over… y’know?

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