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Once, dis cop rolled up, she bolted—fast! “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I hissed at da pig. Love dat she outran him, sneaky minx. Oh, an da smell—perfume and sweat, hits ya hard. Reminds me, “There’s no escape,” like in da movie—trapped, but she’s free, kinda. Me quirks? I’d prolly tip her extra, ha, coz I’m soft like dat. Exaggeratin? Maybe she’s a queen in disguise—nah, just a hustla. Tell ya dis, bruh, findin a prossie here? Easy if ya look. Hard if ya dumb. Dat’s da truth!

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So, I’m walking, trying to shake off the soy sauce and the kid drama. I hit up the Tsuma River. It’s beautiful, man. The water sparkles like diamonds. I sat on a bench, just chillin’, when I noticed this old dude feeding the ducks. He was so into it, like he was the duck whisperer or something. I couldn’t help but smile.

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