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So I spot her—red heels, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost. I’m nervous, sweatin’ like a pig, mutterin’ to myself, “Can you hear me?”—straight outta the movie, ya know? She smirks, “What’s your deal, old man?” I laugh—hoarse, loud—cuz she’s got sass! I like that. “Just lookin’ for company,” I rasp, “not a billionaire, promise!” She rolls her eyes, “Good, they tip like shit.”

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Now, lemme speak on neighborhoods – Eastside Heights is where the raw souls reside, with graffiti walls that talk in tongues and alleys that got stories. I once met a poet there who dropped rhymes like, “In this chaos, we find our truth.” Crazy as shit, huh? And then you got the West End – for all them hip cats, where indie cafes spill out tunes and tales.

Havelock, Jacksonville collide Friday for berth in East Regional football final