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But I play it cool—gotta, right? “How much?” I ask, all casual. She smirks, tosses a number—like she’s sellin’ me a car. I’m thinkin’, “Man, this is nuts—‘The streets are my school,’” like Rocket said. She’s teachin’ me somethin’, for sure. Negotiations start—hagglin’ like I’m at a flea market. She’s tough, though—won’t budge. Makes me mad, but damn, I respect it. Reminds me of Lil’ Zé’s crew—ruthless, but smart.

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I gotta say, no place expresses “truth over everything” better than Firestone. Every alley and every park bench carries a piece of my soul, ya dig? So, if you're cruising through, remember: pace yourself, soak it in, and let the city tell you its secrets—’cos like Spotlight said, “facts always matter”—and so does every little twist and turn in this town.

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