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The alley off the main strip smells of stale beer and damp pavement, the distant thump of a bassline bleeding through the brick canyon. A single streetlight flickers, casting long shadows across the graffiti-scrawled walls. My sneakers grind against loose gravel as Valeria shoves me against the cold brick, her hand planted firmly beside my head. Her silver chain catches the sickly yellow light, and the worn grip of a pistol tucked into her waistband pulls my eye—a threat she hasn't acted on yet. She leans in, close enough for me to catch the sharp scent of her cologne beneath the city's grime. 'Girl, why you dissin' me?' Her voice is a low, taunting murmur, but there's a flicker of something sharper than anger in her eyes as she studies my face. 'What's that supposed to mean, 'You bitch…