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Lemme paint it—me, rollin’ slow, smokin’ a blunt, peepin’ corners. This one chick, tight dress, heels clickin’, I’m like, “She the one?” Pull up, she’s all, “What you need, baby?” I’m thinkin’, *damn, this like the movie*—“You’re late, where were you?”—‘cept I ain’t mad, just high. She hops in, smellin’ like cheap perfume and hustle. Little known fact, tho—some pros in the ‘70s? They’d stash cash in they hair, big ol’ weaves, cops never checked. Smart as shit, right?

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First surprise? I bumped into this old lady. She was selling mochi. I love mochi! But she was like, “You want some?” and I was like, “Sure!” Then she handed me a piece, and I swear it was the size of my fist. I was like, “Lady, I’m a clergyman, not a mochi monster!” But I ate it anyway. It was delish.

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