I was in the Caribbean helping a female friend host a famous rapper and his crew when the rapper asked me about buying food on a busy ghetto street. I advised him to go to a high-end area instead, where the same food is sold in a safer, cleaner, and more organized environment, though he seemed to prefer the ghetto street anyway. Shortly after, my friend questioned my motives, implying I was only there for the men, so I immediately called her out in front of everyone, asserting my principles and pointing out the commitment ring on my hand to make it clear it was none of their business. As I began defending myself against her allegations, my friend walked away, leaving the rapper and his entire crew deeply impressed and filled with admiration at how completely I shut her down. Afterwards, the scene suddenly shifted to me walking down a garage-like street where a group of girls I had issues with earlier caught up to me and tried to jump me all at once, but they were completely unable to do it because something stopped them, though I cannot remember what it was.