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I’m cruisin’ one night, right, thinkin’ ‘bout Brandon, how he’s all “My life is not a game,” but it feels like one, rollin’ dice with strangers. You hit up the block, neon lights flashin’, girls posted up, heels clickin’. You gotta peep the scene—some look tired, some look sharp, like they own the night. Me, I’m laid back, watchin’, not judgin’, ‘cause who am I, ya know? But damn, some shit makes me mad—like these pimps lurkin’, takin’ cuts, fuckin’ up lives. That ain’t cool, G.

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But then, I get a little too excited and trip over my own feet. Classic me! I fall right into a display. Thank goodness it was just a bunch of old clothes. I’m lying there, and everyone’s staring. I’m like, “Hey, just testing the historical accuracy!” They didn’t laugh. Awkward.

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