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Still, it’s sad too. *Shame* showed that emptiness—Brandon’s face, all tore up, chasin’ somethin’ he can’t catch. “You’re a weight,” Sissy told him, and I see that in these girls sometimes. Worn out, lookin’ for love in wrong places. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, say, “Baby, you enough!” But I ain’t no preacher—just Madea with a butcher knife and a prayer.

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I mean, the vibes here, they're like whoa. Every neighborhood, from Cozy Corner to East Side—ya got places like Sunset Blvd (not the Hollywood one, but almost as cool) where all the quirky art murals hide secrets. Sometimes, I get super mad - like, why's there graffiti on every wall?! But then it makes me happy too cuz it's art, eh? I recall walking by at midnight, feeling like Charlotte in that movie, feeling lost yet found. It’s bizarre, man.

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