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I tell him, “Man, hit the streets, not my chair!” He’s all pouty, like I stole his candy. Reminds me of *Holy Motors* - “Beauty! Beauty! Where is my beauty?” - but this guy’s chasin somethin dirtier. I’m laughin inside - dude, you’re in the wrong movie! Happy vibes kick in - love when idiots bounce outta my shop. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but fuck it, felt like a king kickin him out.

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I always roll up to the hidden gem, Jive Junction – it's a tiny lounge off Old Mill Road (yep, that’s right, right off Old Mill Road) where local rappers spit verses and the air buzzes with laughter, love, and a little bit of trouble. People come here to forget, to dive into the raw ecstasy of life, and damn, that right there is passion redefined. Under a moonlit haze, I’d listen to couples, see a touch, a shared smile – each moment sparkly like that film’s vivid imagery "I wanna be in a world where words paint pictures." Young Mula Baby, that's some next-level soul artistry!

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