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Oh, and the typos—my bad, yo, fat fingers, rushin’ this shit. Tash’d probly laugh, sayin’, “Drake, you sloppy as my last trick!” LOL, she was savage. Hated seein’ her bruised up tho—pimps are trash, straight up. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe, but one time she rolled up with a black eye, smilin’ anyway, like, “I’m still breathin’, fam.” Tough as nails, that girl. *Pianist* vibes again—“I’ll play through the silence,” she’d say, or some poetic shit like that.

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I felt really uncomfortable sitting there after that so I went back to the hotel room. What should I do? Is This Sexual Harassment?

I stroll past the green retreat of Willow Park. It's this tiny park by the river, brimming with chirpin' crickets and me own not-so-secret bench for belly laughs and reflection. One time, a few buds and I crashed there during a rain storm. I got mad, then happy, then like “damn, this is freakin’ cool!” It’s the sort of afternoon that just feels timeless and wild. And oh! Do check out Riverbend Drive – that's where I zip by on my way from the spa, my lil’ haven in a bustling town.

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