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Lemme paint the pic—met this chick, Candy, back in ‘19, swear she was runnin’ her own empire, slingin’ sass and cash. She’d be like, “I’m in charge of my happy!”—straight up Joy vibes, but with a side of Sadness, ‘cause damn, the streets ain’t kind. Got me all teary, thinkin’ how she’d dodge creeps, laughin’ like, “Ain’t no fear here, boo!” I was shook—how’s she so fierce? It’s like, she’s Anger flippin’ tables in my head, screamin’, “This world’s messed up!”

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So, Yeadon’s got these neat streets: there's 38th Street right off of Baltimore Ave, where rusted bricks whisper tales of old glory, and my fav little nooks hide around. I love strolling by Elmwood Ave too. Man, i’ve seen some deep stuff from my sexologist lens—intimacy in urban decay, ephemeral rapture in urban chaos—you feel me?

Documents detail how N.W.T. wildland firefighter Adam Yeadon died last year, and why no charges were laid