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What gets my goat, though? Them high-and-mighty types actin’ like they ain’t never sinned. Honey, I’ve seen preachers sneakier’n a fox in a henhouse! Makes me madder’n a hornet. But what tickles me pink? The gals with sass—ones who’ll tell ya, “Sugar, you ain’t worth my time!”—and strut off like queens. Gotta admire that grit. Little-known fact: back in the ‘70s, some workin’ gals in Nashville had a secret code—red ribbon on the purse meant “busy,” blue meant “open.” Ain’t that clever? Kept the law off their tails!

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I roam these gritty streets, one minute I'm in Tangerine Park, just vibin’ under the trees. Yo, I got mad love for that park – it's like an oasis in the concrete. Then there’s the narrow lanes of Eastside, where local legends hang. I be like, "Boom! That's real talk!" Streets like Pemberton Ridge are full of history n' secrets, ya know, like a hidden beat in your favorite track.

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