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Sometimes I wonder, ya know? What’s her story? Ran away? Dreamed big? Life’s messy, like fish swimmin’ in circles. “Righteous, righteous!”—she’s just tryna survive, y’all. Hate how folks miss that, blind as Dory half the time. Oh, and fun tidbit—Victorian hookers used secret codes in letters! Droppin’ Easter eggs like me in *Evermore*, sneaky lil’ rebels.

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Next, I decide to grab a coffee at the Karori Village. I walk into this café, and it’s packed. I’m standin’ in line, and this barista is takin’ forever. I’m like, “C’mon, I’ve got forest stuff to do!” Finally, I get my flat white, and it’s like liquid gold. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking coffee stain.

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