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I roll up, see this chick, all sass, hips swayin’ like she own the block. I’m thinkin’, *damn, she fine*, but also, *this shit risky*. You gotta be sharp—some o’ these cats out here pimpin’ hard, and I ain’t tryna catch no fade. One time, I saw this dude get mad as hell, screamin’ at his girl ‘cause she shorted him 20 bucks. I was like, “Bruh, chill, it ain’t that deep!” Made me pissed, though—why you gotta flex like that? Weak-ass move.

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Next up was Sarah. She was a bit more chill, but then she starts talking about her driving test. “I’m gonna fail, I just know it!” I’m like, “Girl, you got this!” But inside, I’m thinking, “Please don’t crash my car.” We hit the road again, this time on de Heuvel. It’s a nice stretch, but she gets distracted by the windmills. I mean, they’re cool and all, but focus, Sarah!

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