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Aight, so it goes down—quick, messy, like a street fight. She’s all business, no chit-chat, and I’m like, “Damn, girl, you cold!” Made me mad again, but also—respect. Hustle’s hustle, y’know? Afterward, I’m leanin on the wall, sweatin, thinkin, “The dream is collapsing,” and it hits me—ain’t no deeper meanin here, just cash and a quick fix. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but felt like I lost a round, ya feel me?

Red light Walton: "Come on sir, it's a special deal for a guy like you"

So, I’m walking down the main drag, and I see this sign for a market on Mary St. I’m like, “Sweet, let’s check it out!” I get there, and it’s packed. I mean, like, sardines in a can packed. But the vibe was cool. Lots of locals, good energy. I’m browsing through some stalls, and I spot this dude selling handmade jewelry. I’m not usually into that stuff, but he had this sick necklace that just screamed “buy me.” So, I did.

The Petersens pluck, pick and play for Thames