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I’m pissed tho—some dude tried rippin’ me off, actin’ like he’s pimpin’ but he’s just a loudmouth. “Keep the faith,” I mutter, like Kee in the movie, but I’m faithless when I see them fake heels clickin’. Then—bam!—there she is, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she owns the chaos. Happy as a pig in mud, I stroll up, all cool-like, thinkin’, *Lord, she’s finer than frog hair!* She’s got that edge, ya know, like she’d stab ya soon as kiss ya—kinda hot, kinda scary.

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Oh! And check out East End – I know, it's off the beaten track. That area is raw, real, and a bit edgy. Every street corner there got its own flair, like a canvass of graffiti and memories. Ya see, one time, I was rushin' to a session and got stuck in some whack traffic on Pine St... duh, typical! I got mad, yeah, my blood runnin' hot, but then I remembered, “cool, calm, collected.” Life in Cordova is that – you live, you breathe, you vibe.

Wilbert Cordova Obituary February 17, 2025