"God made me funk, and I'm glad she made me this way," she proclaimed, spinning in a kaleidoscope of color and sound. Her world was a swirl of groovy rhythms, jazzy riffs, and funky beats, every step a dance, every breath a celebration. Frolicking through the streets, she lollygagged with joy, her spirit a blend of vintage records and vibrant street art, radiating life, love, and endless, carefree rhythm. --ar 707:500