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But real shit—sometimes it’s sketchy. Had this one night, thought I found a gem, but she ghosted me after I paid for drinks. Bitch, what?! Felt like Carol waitin for Therese’s letter that never came—left me hangin. I was HOT, y’all. Still, I’m out here, confident as fuck, cause I know my worth. “My life’s my own,” like Carol says, and I ain’t lettin no flaky ho ruin my shine.

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So, I hit the streets of Funadhoo. The vibe here is chill, but today? Nah, not so much. I stroll down the main drag, which is called, uh, what’s it called? Oh yeah, M. Niyazee Magu. It’s packed with locals and tourists. Everyone’s hustlin’ and bustlin’. I’m just tryin’ to find a music shop.

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