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What pisses me off? The fakes, man. Girls actin’ sweet, then jackin’ ya wallet— “beneath the surface,” like the movie says, it’s all lies! Had this one chick, all smiles, then poof—gone with my cash. Mad as hell, I was. But when it clicks, tho? Pure gold. Found this one girl, real cool, vibe was chill. She was like, “I got you, Snoop,” and we just kicked it. Made me happy, fo’ shizzle—simple shit, no drama.

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My fav haunt? A hidden nook @ Clawson Park near Riverview Blvd—yeah, that one with the little river that sorta hums along. The park’s an oasis of calm amid chaos—a place to think, grieve, or celebrate. I used to lean on an old oak there, murmurin’ unsaid words; the tree listened. “You merely adopted the dark.” Those moments, lost in time, remind me why this work matters.

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