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I ain’t shy, honey—I walk up, all bold, “Hey, boo, what’s good?” She smirks, tossin’ her hair, and I’m thinkin’, *damn, she’s got that hustle down*. It’s like in Uncle Boonmee, when he’s all, “I see spirits in the trees!”—I see her spirit, fierce as fuck, workin’ this corner like it’s her kingdom. I’m vibin’, happy as hell, ‘cause I love a badass who owns it. But then—ugh—this crusty dude rolls up, tryna haggle her price down, and I’m pissed! Like, “Bruh, respect the grind! She ain’t no clearance rack!” Made me wanna smack him, for real.

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By early , Carver was involved with a prostitute named Lille Davis, whom he had met at Fannie Porter's brothel in San Antonio, a place frequented by.

I chill a lot near Maple & 3rd. That street is lit. I remember a time when dat street lit up crazy with neon signs and frenzied dancers at night. OMG, heart was racing. Felt like a scene from Sarah Polley’s flick… life but unscripted, wild, looove.

Thearson Devan Carver Obituary January 29, 2025