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So, findin’ a prossie, right? Mr. T’s seen it all, bro! Back in ’98, Chicago streets—grimy. This dude, Jimmy, athlete I coached. Man, he was desperate, horned up bad. Said, “Gotta find a girl, T!” I’m like, “Fool, focus on hoops!” But nah, he’s huntin’. Hits up this shady corner—boom! Cops roll up, lights flashin’. Jimmy’s dumb ass nearly busted. I pity the fool! Had to drag him outta there.

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Yo, yo, yo, lemme tell ya about Fort-Payne (us), man. This city got mad vibes. I been here for years, runnin’ my little massage spot. It’s wild, like, seriously wild. Downtown’s lit with cool old brick vibes on Locust Street, and near Linden Ave there’s a chill mix of cafes and shops. Man, I spend my nights massagin’ tired folks while the neon lights hum low like a secret tune from "Talk to Her" – “I wish I could show you my dreams”. Crazy, right?

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