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So, I’m strollin’, dodgin’ coppers, an’ I see this bird – fit, yeah, but edgy. I’m like, “Aight, is it ’cos I is black?” cos the vibes feel off, fam. She clocks me, gives a nod, an’ I’m in – negotiation mode, bruv! She’s chattin’ prices, I’m chattin’ vibes, an’ I’m thinkin’, “This is mad poetic.” Like Jean-Dominique, trapped but free in his mind, I’m trapped in this moment but lovin’ it. “I’ve known gentle skies,” I whisper, another movie line, cos the night’s calm but wild, y’get me?

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Then, I get this call from Mrs. Jenkins. She lives on Oak Ave. You know, the lady with the 50 cats? Yeah, her. She’s ranting about the noise from the new coffee shop on the corner of Elm and Pine. “It’s too loud!” she says. I’m like, “Lady, it’s coffee, not a rock concert.” But I get it, she’s got her cats to think about.

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