Light up a fat one and roll wit me for a minute down the boulevard. Can you bounce wit me, wit me, wit me? (Homage to Jay-Z) There she is. Can you see her? Tired, ragged, with a limp in her step as she moves in the shadows between the light posts. Turned out long ago, she don’t draw near what she used to. Back in the day, she was a number one earner for her man. Now, she has to try a lot harder, stay out longer into the night, and do things she used to say she would...