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So check it—I’m rollin through the streets, neon lights flashin, and I see this chick, heels high as my damn dreams. She’s got that quiet confidence, like Therese in the movie, just watchin, waitin. I’m like, “Yasss, queen, werk it!” But then—bam!—some crusty dude tries hollerin at her first. Pissed me off, like, who this fool think he is? I’m over here vibin, tryna find my vibe, and he’s messin up the flow. Made me wanna yell, “It’s bad bitch o’clock, step off!”

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Oh man, i must tell ya, one favorite spot is the old Fillmore Library. Tiny, dusty, but filled with soul. I once sat by a window there, trapped in my thoughts, and it was like the town was whispering, “Keep on gleaning.” Such a sweet reminder that every broken piece holds beauty.

There’s a hidden architectural gem on the Fillmore Safeway — and it carries a message from the past