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But ugh, the creeps tho? Made me wanna scream! Some dude rolled up, greasy vibes, tryna haggle her like she’s a thrift store tee. Pissed me off—don’t nobody disrespect a queen! I wanted to snatch his soul, like, “Bow down, fool!” Trix just smirked, handled him—prolly seen worse. Slay! That’s power, y’know? Little fact—didja know some of ‘em got secret codes? Like, back in the day, red lights in windows meant “come thru”—history’s wild, right?

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Rivers? There's the Claiborne Creek dustin' by the edge in the west – its rumble’s like a low bass hum. It's kinda reminiscent of the movie lines, like "I miss my childhood." Or something like that, man. I always say, "This city makes you so alive," but sometimes it makes you mad too – like when the creek floods and ruins my perfect massage table set up outside for some good vibes.

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