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So, I’m thinkin’, what’s the move? Roll up slow, cash in hand, or just vibe and bounce? *Shame* got me twisted—Brandon’s all “You’re a weight on me,” talkin’ to Sissy, but that’s how it feels with this life, heavy as hell. I ain’t here to preach, tho—do you, fam. Just don’t get caught slippin’. One time, I saw this dude hagglin’ with a girl, loud as fuck, and I’m like, “Bruh, chill, you lookin’ desperate!” Had me crackin’ up, but he was salty.

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Oh man, lemme tell ya bout Kirby (us), right? So, I've been here for yonks as a masseur, and this place is a proper mixed bag of weird and wonder! Ya got Main St. buzzin' all day, with little corner shops that smell like fresh bread and catnip—no joke, it's wacky. Then there's the old brick lane, Maple Rood, err—sorry, Maple Road, where I once gave a massage to a bloke who claimed his muscles were "Lost in Translation" kinda confused, man! Sharon!

Mariners' Kirby (shoulder) making 1st rehab start