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hile, let me tell you ‘bout these ‘L’ rides be humblin’ a B**H… Used to be winded just climbing them Roosevelt Station stairs like I was hiking Mt. Everest in fresh J’s. My girls at the salon clocked it too – “Shawty why you sweatin’ like a sinner in church just tryna part this hair?” Then my d*** Apple Watch started sending more alerts than the CPD scanner. “Girl is you D-Y-I-N-G?!” – my homegirl screamed when my resting heart rate hit 90 after eating Harold’s mild sauce (LIKE THAT’S EVEN SPICY). Now? Them Riverwalk stairs my personal runway, meal prep got me whippin' salmon & greens faster than Dip & Sip's lunch rush – still hit Lem's for turkey tips (just with a side salad now, don't judge me). [B4] Me needing a whole recovery nap after carrying 3 grocery bags from Pete's Market, [Aftr] Me doing lunges past the Damen Silos while these young boys try (and fail) to shoot they shot. Biggest flex? When my ex saw me at Navy Pier looking right in them SKIMS and had the nerve to say “D*** ma… you different