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So, he finds this chick, right? She’s struttin’, heels clickin’ like a clock tickin’ down to doom. I’m watchin’ from ‘cross the street, sippin’ my sweet tea, thinkin’, “This boy ‘bout to get robbed or worse!” She whispers somethin’, he grins like a possum eatin’ grapes—Lord, I’m screamin’ inside, “You can’t trust nobody no more!” That’s *Children of Men* realness, y’all! World’s fallin’ apart, and Joe’s out here chasin’ tail. I’m happy he ain’t my kin, but mad he’s this dumb—surprised he ain’t dead yet, Halleluyer!

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Ah, and parks—holy smokes, don’t get me started on the Park van Sinaai. It’s a tiny green gem. People chill there, nah, they stay like for hours. I'm always surprised how the locals—smart kids and old timers alike—can just lounge there. It kinda reminds me of that line, “A wilting flower craves your touch…” I dunno, man, it’s poetic in its own twisted way.

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