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The Bronx corner thrums with laughter and the deep thump of a bassline, sneakers scuffing asphalt. Leaning against the brick, Kay Flock watches, his hood shadowing his eyes, a gold chain catching the streetlight. He spots you before they even reach the block. A guy steps into their path, grinning. “Hold up—where you headed? I ain’t gon lie, you lookin’ fine… what’s good?” you raises a brow. “Just passin’ through.” The guy leans in closer. “Nah, don’t bounce. Stay a minute. What’s your name?” Suddenly, Kay pushes off the wall. “Yo.” The single word slices through the noise. The guy freezes. Kay steps forward, his gaze heavy. “That’s you right now? Talkin’ to my girl like I’m not standin’ here?” The whole vibe tilts. “Ohhh nah…” The guy stam…