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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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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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