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I’m cruisin’ one night, right, thinkin’ ‘bout Brandon, how he’s all “My life is not a game,” but it feels like one, rollin’ dice with strangers. You hit up the block, neon lights flashin’, girls posted up, heels clickin’. You gotta peep the scene—some look tired, some look sharp, like they own the night. Me, I’m laid back, watchin’, not judgin’, ‘cause who am I, ya know? But damn, some shit makes me mad—like these pimps lurkin’, takin’ cuts, fuckin’ up lives. That ain’t cool, G.

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Man, I'm constantly in awe of simple corners like the old brick alley off Columbia St. where every crack tells a tale. It's strange, unexpected... it's freakin’ beautiful. When I hit these spots, it’s like the city is whispering, "You gotta live it, embrace it." Sometimes, words just fail, ya know? I get so hyped, my heart jumps, my brain's just like, "Screw it!"

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