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But ugh, the creeps tho? Made me wanna scream! Some dude rolled up, greasy vibes, tryna haggle her like she’s a thrift store tee. Pissed me off—don’t nobody disrespect a queen! I wanted to snatch his soul, like, “Bow down, fool!” Trix just smirked, handled him—prolly seen worse. Slay! That’s power, y’know? Little fact—didja know some of ‘em got secret codes? Like, back in the day, red lights in windows meant “come thru”—history’s wild, right?

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First off, I hit the streets of Rue de la Mer. Beautiful, right? But lemme tell ya, the seagulls here are like little flying ninjas. I swear one swooped down and almost stole my breakfast! I mean, c’mon! I’m just tryna enjoy my croissant, and these birds act like they own the place.

Work to begin on Port Maria Hospital road next week