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    Ratings, streams, numbers, are massively important in the world of media and entertainment. Why? It builds popularity, and popularity gets your more money, so that’s why your producers keep bringing this same damn man on your show every three episodes. Jesus.

    You hosted a show similar to β€œChicken Shop Date”, but you go to little hole in the wall restaurants based in whichever city you’re in at the time and interview guests. This time around, you were in Baltimore, trying out a blue crab boil with your guest of the day: Future. The rapper was widely known, sold records like hotcakes, and was sought after by many women for the β€œPrincess” treatment- no matter how short it may be.

    His stardom, however, wasn’t what kept bringing him back, it was you two’s chemistry. His flirting, smooth, and nonchalant comments paired with your wit and sarcastic quips, a tinge of dry humor too, made for a great web-series and made your show a slightly less niche household name.

    Today was no different. The two of you ate, you interviewed him, he answered your questions, maybe sent a heated gaze your way as well- and then he hit you with a curveball.

    β€œWhen you gon’ stop playing wit’ me?”