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But Rosie? She was sly—like Malik sneakin thru prison. “I’m the king of this shit,” she’d brag, countin crumpled bills. Had this trick—carried a fake gold tooth. Popped it in when cops rolled by—said it threw em off. Little known fact, babe: some girls use props like that! Keeps em safe—or safer, anyway. Surprised me, how smart she was—street PhD, I’m tellin ya.

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I hit the streets of Ariel, and lemme tell ya, it’s a whole vibe. I’m cruisin’ down Ariel St., and the sun’s shining, but it’s that weird kinda hot where you’re sweating but it’s not even noon yet. I pass by the Ariel Community Center, and there’s a bunch of kids playin’ basketball. They’re loud, but it’s cool. I used to be that loud, too.

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