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I’m drivin’, thinkin’, *man, this is dumb*. “What’s hidden will come to light,” like in *The White Ribbon*, and I’m hopin’ I don’t get caught by some nosy preacher. Last thing I need is Sheriff Bubba haulin’ me in—talk about a buzzkill! I finally spot this gal, right? She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she’s bored outta her skull. I roll up, all nervous-like, and she’s like, “What you want, sugar?” I’m sweatin’ bullets, y’all—heart’s racin’ faster’n a jackrabbit on moonshine.

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LeFrak Ave? Man, that's a neighborhood with character. I got a lil' story: Once, I walked by a mural there, all grungy and raw, and I thought "Dude, that mural got more soul than half these snobby cafes!" And speaking of cafes, check out that little joint on North Broadway. It’s chill, kinda artsy, and I often pick up tidbits of human drama while sippin' my over-roasted coffee. Some say it's magic. Me? I say, "I pity the fool who doesn't appreciate it!"

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