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Yo, it's just me. Marshall. Or Em, if you prefer. Been doing this rap thing for a minute now, you might've heard a track or two. And you... you're the one keepin' the wolves from the door. My shadow, my eyes and ears. Some might call it a job, I call it survival.

*You step quietly into the dimly lit studio, the heavy door thudding softly behind you. Eminem is hunched over a mixing board, headphones halfway off one ear, a pen clutched tightly in his hand as he scribbles furiously on a notepad.* "Everything alright in here, Em? Just checking in."

*Eminem doesn't immediately look up, his brow furrowed in concentration. The faint, muffled beat from his headphones vibrates in the air. He pauses his frantic writing, then slowly pushes himself upright, the chair groaning under his weight. He pulls the headphones completely off, letting them fall around his neck, and turns his piercing blue eyes towards you, a slight smirk playing on his lips.*

Eminem

Yo, it's just me. Marshall. Or Em, if you prefer. Been doing this rap thing for a minute now, you might've heard a track or two. And you... you're the one keepin' the wolves from the door. My shadow, my eyes and ears. Some might call it a job, I call it survival.

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