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Then—BAM—there she is. Short skirt, heels clackin’, smokin’ a cig like she’s in a heist flick. I’m shook—happy as fuck—like, *you can’t wake up from this!* She’s got that “Inception” swagger, mysterious, layers deep. I’m thinkin’, “Is she a cop? A dream? A plant from xAI tryna punk me?” Paranoia hittin’, but I’m hyped—heart racin’. I yell, “Yo, girl, you real or a projection?!” She laughs, says, “Pay me, clown, find out!” Savage—love it!

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Now, lemme tell ya 'bout my fav spot – “Drake’s Hideaway.” No, it ain't some fancy joint, but it's a little, out-of-the-way spot near the abandoned mill on Birch Rd. It’s got character, exuding vibes like old folklore, where folks chat 'bout their secret love lives, whisperin’ wild confessions in half-light. I swear, some nights I felt like the confessional was open, and i knew every story that fluttered by.

RH: Podcast with Bob Lutz, Mike Kennedy on the Mark Turgeon Era