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Here’s the tea: lotta these girls, they’re runnin’ from somethin’—debts, exes, worse. Red? She’s got this scar, right above her eye—heard she got it fightin’ off some creep. Makes me happy she’s tough, but sad too, ya know? World’s messed up. I’m yellin’ in my head, “Drake, don’t get soft now!” So I ask her, “Yo, who’s your pimp?” She laughs—straight up cackles—and says, “Ain’t nobody own me, suit.” Savage. I’m shook, fam.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Hrushevskoho Street. You know, the one with the best coffee? I’m all set for my morning caffeine fix. But guess what? They ran outta coffee beans! Like, how does that even happen? I mean, c’mon, it’s a coffee shop! So, I settled for some weird herbal tea. Ugh, it tasted like grass. Not the best start, ya know?

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