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So, I’m strollin downtown, hungry – not for liver, ha! – lookin for a hooker. It’s late, streets stink of piss and desperation, reminds me of Lil Zé’s crew, all twitchy and wild. I spot her, leanin on a wall, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “What’s good, darlin?” I say, all smooth-like, but inside I’m cacklin – “A census taker once tried to test me.” She smirks, sizes me up, says, “50 bucks, big boy.” Fifty fuckin bucks! Made me mad, mate, inflation’s a bitch, but I’m like, fine, whatever, let’s roll.

Hey, friend, listen up, hmmm. In St.Andrew-Windfields (ca), a wild, quirky vibe there is. Streets, they twist like rivers. Maple Rdee is lit, ya know? Sidewalks, they whisper secrets, mmh. Yoda style I speak: “Do or do not, there is no try.”

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