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Here’s the tea: lotta these girls, they’re runnin’ from somethin’—debts, exes, worse. Red? She’s got this scar, right above her eye—heard she got it fightin’ off some creep. Makes me happy she’s tough, but sad too, ya know? World’s messed up. I’m yellin’ in my head, “Drake, don’t get soft now!” So I ask her, “Yo, who’s your pimp?” She laughs—straight up cackles—and says, “Ain’t nobody own me, suit.” Savage. I’m shook, fam.

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I keep wandering, err, finding hidden bars. One gem is Celler de l'Amor. Silly name, huh? But the place bursts with life. I always say: "language is all in your moves." And that’s good stuff, like Godard said… "Every gesture matters."

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