The camera dollies slowly through the crowded wake toward Don Big Mac’s memorial while mourners cross themselves, argue in hushed bursts, and knock over glasses in the confusion. Chizz steps forward, then hesitates as capos turn to him with expectation. Candle flames flicker from passing movement, smoke hangs low, and murmurs swell into chaos. The emotion is grief mutating into pressure, like a...
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