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So, how’s it work? You cruise, you spot ‘em—heels high, skirt short, eyes sharp. Or ya text some shady number from a burner phone. “No calls after midnight,” one told me—pissed me off again. I’m like, “What, you got a curfew?” Sarcasm’s my shield, man. But when it clicks? Oh, it’s gold. Hooked up once, chick was a riot—laughed at my tie, called it “grandpa style.” I was dyin’—humor in the hustle, who knew?

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I’ve spilled tea (and oops, spa water, my bad) in the reception, yet every misadventure adds to the flavor here. The barbershop on Sidewalk 9? Legendary. If you ever pass through, you'll get a haircut and a story of McRae (us)’s wild heart in one go.

Steven McRae Talks About His Documentary, Resilient Man