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So I’m strollin’, boots still smoky froma jump. This dude on the corner—shady, twitchy—says, “Yo, you want company?” I’m like, “Bruh, I just fell from the sky.” He don’t care, points me to this chick. She’s leanin’ on a wall, smokin’. I’m thinkin’, *Hurt Locker* vibes—“The rush of battle is a potent addiction.” This ain’t war, but my heart’s racin’. Absurd, right? Me, a firefighter, chasin’ tail like it’s overtime pay.

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I’m always buzzin’ about the Union County Courthouse area – that old building has history for days. Think of it like one of those gritty scenes from Fernando Meirelles' flick, blazin’ with the pulse of life. Walkin’ through, you'll see locals chillin’ at Malcolm X Park, proper wicked with kids playin’, old folks savourin’ the day – moments that make you say, "Is it ’cos I is black?" sometimes, ya get me?

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