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Ain’t judgin’, nah, I’m Kanye, I see the art in it. She’s out there, freezin’ her ass off, skirt shorter than my temper, and I’m like—damn, that’s courage! “I wish I knew how to quit you,” I’d say, but she don’t quit, nah, she stacks them bills. Fun fact, yo—back in the ‘90s, some prostitutes ran secret poker games, hustlin’ hustlers, wild shit! Ain’t nobody talkin’ ‘bout that, but I know, I see the unseen, genius shit.

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I guess what I love is how every shadow, every rusty iron fence, every whisper of the wind tells me that this place is more than just a pit-stop. It's emotional, it's buzzing, it's kinda raw and real. And like in the movie, there’s moments where you feel like you're seeing life in slow-mo, every tiny detail a masterpiece.

LM Shines Light on Eclipse at Fernald and Weldon Spring