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I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea, thinkin’—whoa. What if I was her? Drivin’ like in *Ten*, askin’, “Why you do this?” She’d prob say, “Gotta eat, B.” Fair. Life’s messy, y’all. Slay! I’d tell her, “You’re enough, boo.” Empowerment’s my jam—nobody owns you!

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I get to the docks, and guess what? The shipment’s still not there. I’m about to lose it. I mean, come on! I’m standing there, looking like a lost tourist, when I spot a seagull eyeing my lunch. I swear, that bird had the audacity to swoop down and try to snatch my sandwich. I’m like, “Dude, back off!” I’m wrestling with this bird, and it’s just cawing at me like it owns the place. I finally shoo it away, but not before it leaves me with a nice little surprise on my shoulder. Great.

Bad weather hampers search for three missing climbers on Aoraki Mt Cook