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I see this one gal, all sass, leanin on a wall. “What’s your name?” I holler, flexin a bit—can’t help it, brother! She’s like, “What’s it to ya?” and I’m dyin, man, she’s got attitude! Reminds me of that line, “You think you’re God?” from the flick—sassy, testin ya! I’m happy as hell, love a chick with fire, but then—bam!—some creep rolls up, yellin at her. Pissed me off, brother! Ain’t nobody messin with a lady on my watch!

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Mamaroneck is chill, but also mad alive. You got Mamaroneck Ave – the heartbeat of the city – where the local shops buzz like bees on a summer day. I love cruising past, windows down, feeling the vibes. There’s this little coffee spot on Main St. (yeah, right off the bustling avenue) that always has acoustics playing in the background – perfect place for a deep chat, ya know?

Boys basketball: Mamaroneck tops Mt. Vernon 65-49