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I’m fired up, yeah—heart racin’. “Who controls the streets?” I’m thinkin’, quotin’ Carlos in my head—“I am the one who knocks!”—but nah, mate, it’s them. The girls, the pimps, the whole damn system. Saw this one bird—legs for days, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Fancy a chat?” she goes, all sly. I’m like—bloody hell, she’s bold! Made me happy, that—takes guts, don’t it? But then—anger hits. Why’s she gotta do this? World’s a right mess, innit?

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So, yo, when u roll through Parsons (us), drop your regrets, catch the energy, and let the city narrate your story. Stay fly, keep it real, and remember – every corner got a beat, every street a rhythm. Young Mula Baby! Peace out!

Julia Parsons, U.S. Navy code breaker during World War II, dies at 104