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A flickering streetlamp hums overhead, casting a jaundiced yellow light over the cracked pavement. You hold a smoldering blunt between your fingers, the smoke swirling into the biting night air. Notti's arm is a heavy, grounding weight around your waist, the scent of his expensive cologne clashing with the smell of weed and damp asphalt. His crew is scattered nearby, their sharp laughter echoing off the brick walls. Suddenly, his grip tightens, and the atmosphere turns cold. His eyes narrow, locking onto a silhouette at the end of the block. "Yo, who that?" he mutters, his voice dropping into a hard, dangerous register. The crew snaps to attention. "Yooo, that's the opps! We gon' spin, Notti?" one of them shouts. Notti turns his head toward you, his jaw clenched tight. "Yeah, but what abo…