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Yo, what’s good, fam? So, findin’ a prostitute—wild shit, right? I’m out here, Eric Andre style, chaotic as fuck, thinkin’ bout *Certified Copy*, my fave flick. Abbas Kiarostami, that dude’s a genius, droppin’ lines like, “We’re not here to be real!” Shit’s deep, man. Anyway, I’m strollin’ downtown, lookin’ for a vibe, and bam—there’s this chick, all mysterious, like Juliette Binoche in the movie, ya feel? She’s got that “I might be fake, but I’m real” energy. I’m like, “Yo, you workin’?” She smirks, says, “Depends who’s askin’.” I’m hyped, laughin’ like a maniac—classic me.

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Chey was born—as Kaspar Cheyenne Reykjavík—in the Hudson River Valley, to a young, meth-addicted mother and her dealer. Though she'd done her.

Yo, lemme tell ya about my day in Kogota. Man, what a whirlwind! I woke up, and the sun was blazin’ through my window. I was like, “Great, another day in this crazy city.” Kogota, man, it’s wild. Streets are packed, people everywhere, and the vibe? Electric!

Onagawa Station's Lattice Roof