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Texture’s my game, so I notice—scars, tattoos, stories on skin. Adds depth, realness, ya dig? Exaggeratin’ for fun—some strut like queens, ownin’ it! Others, shakin’, newbies scared shitless. Hilarious tho, one time this fool tripped chasin’ her—splat! Mr. T laughed ‘til tears, clumsy ass.

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There’s also the quirky South End, full of graffiti tags and neon-lit cafes. A crazy mix of cultures. Fumbled nights, loud music, and love confessions in the open. Felt like a poetry slam to my dating app eyes. One night I nearly dropped my phone when a random street poet belted out "You merely adopted the dark," so raw it shook me. Damn, that was that.

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