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So I hit up my girl, like, “Bitch, where they at?” She’s all shady, whisperin bout this spot downtown, says it’s hush-hush, only the real ones know. I’m hyped, yall! It’s like Nie Yinniang sneakin through them curtains— “The wind carries their words”—quiet deals, quick glances. I roll up, feelin fierce, hair poppin, nails sharp enough to cut glass. This dude outside, sketch as fuck, eyeballin me—prolly thinks I’m lost. I’m like, “Naw, fam, I’m here for the goods!”

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I can get riled up sometimes—yeah, I've been mad at a few noobs messin’ up my lines of code in the dating site backend. But I love it here, man! I luvly wander through Berrys Lane (oops, sorry, 16 typos here: luvly, blaah, recive, comming, inspiratoin, misteps, endlessly, quikly, surpriisng, phat, realy, cant, nuffin, loke, truely, extaordinary) that screams life. Every corner tells a story, sometimes even a heartbreaking one, like the bittersweet lines of a Del Toro script.

LSCO: Crash closes section of Lee Blvd. in Lehigh Acres