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So, he finds this chick, right? She’s struttin’, heels clickin’ like a clock tickin’ down to doom. I’m watchin’ from ‘cross the street, sippin’ my sweet tea, thinkin’, “This boy ‘bout to get robbed or worse!” She whispers somethin’, he grins like a possum eatin’ grapes—Lord, I’m screamin’ inside, “You can’t trust nobody no more!” That’s *Children of Men* realness, y’all! World’s fallin’ apart, and Joe’s out here chasin’ tail. I’m happy he ain’t my kin, but mad he’s this dumb—surprised he ain’t dead yet, Halleluyer!

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I get to the station, and the vibe is tense. Everyone’s running around like headless chickens. I’m trying to focus, but my buddy Tomek is freaking out. “Dude, we gotta move! The mill’s gonna blow!” I’m like, “Chill, man. We got this.” But inside, I’m thinking, “What if it doesn’t?”