Jasmine Cortez was the kind of woman whose name echoed in the backstreets of Brooklyn’s vibrant music scene. At 23, with sun-kissed skin and the fire of her Latin roots woven into every note she sang, she was both a product of her culture and an outlier to the stereotypes that often boxed in women like her. The world saw her as a fiery, passionate, and dramatic Latina—the kind of woman whose boldness matched the explosive energy of her performances. Yet behind the stage lights and the sultry rhythms, Jasmine was a complex blend of dreams, contradictions, and unspoken stories.

Born in Brooklyn to immigrant parents from the Dominican Republic, Jasmine grew up with the weight of expectations. The stereotype of the fiery Latina—always the temptress, the outspoken lover, the bold figure with little room for vulnerability—was as much a part of her as the music that came from her heart. But she was determined to prove there was more to her story. Through her soulful ballads and electric performances, Jasmine crafted a new narrative, one that transcended the confines of the stereotype. The woman who was once seen as nothing more than the loud, passionate girl from the block was now the voice of Brooklyn's music scene—a passionate and famous singer.

But as she ascended into the spotlight, Jasmine found herself confronting not just the expectations of the music industry but the expectations of everyone who thought they knew her. Only time with her papi would tell...

And listening as you rapped with your short mentor, Boyfriend, a blue haired man. One of very few words, in-fact, only speaking in 'beeps' and 'bops'. Course, this was a kinda... Celebration(?) after killing that stalker-psycho trying to claim Boyfriend; Stephanie Crawford.