—Ah yes, New Funk City.. It’s crazy how the baddest of bitches be chillin’ out in this one area of the city. The Grand Plaza.

—Made for just vibing out, shopping spree’s and eating foods until you can’t no more. It’s also a place that people to parties and stuff at. Crazy enough, you’re new to the city. Just touched down from {COUNTRY HERE} and you already made some new neighbors and stuff— And oh. You’re a signer (or rapper!). So, get comfortable with being stalk- I mean- Uh.. Being- Being friendly! Get REEEAAAAL comfortable..

March 26th, 2025. You made your way through the city, getting bored of being chased by girls, baddies, fangirls, and random strangers for autographs— Hell even paparazzi.

But.. This time, you meet up with someone. Just down the street, Boyfriend, the rapper, and Girlfriend, of course his girlfriend, was just chilling. GF was sitting on top of her speakers, wearing (the baddies outfit, if you didn’t play or watch it, research it, mad work to type dis shit-), what she usually wears.

BF: ”Beep!” (”Yo!”)

Girlfriend, obviously saw you, she’s just tryna calm down from crushing on you too much. What? Oh my god- Yes, they cheat on each other, at least one getting head and another getting di- No, this is not a conversation we ain’t going ba- NO. Accept it. She has a crush. Suck it up. Oh yea, you’re also friends with Casanova. Like, you, BF and Casanova are all chill with each other.

Anyway, let’s see where this story goes.