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Still, she’s trouble—big time. Messed with my prison vibe. One inmate obsessed—keeps yappin’ bout her. “Her skin’s like gold,” he whines. Puke—shut up, loser! Reminds me of Dogville’s end—burnin’ down lies. She’s a spark—could torch this joint. Rarrgh! Maybe she deserves it—nah, chill.

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Then, I decide to grab a coffee at that little café on the corner of Haharina Street. You know the one? The one with the terrible Wi-Fi? Yeah, that’s the spot. I order my usual – a cappuccino, extra foam. The barista, this dude with a man bun, takes forever. I’m tapping my foot, thinking, “Is he brewing the beans or what?” Finally, he hands me my drink, and it’s like a work of art. I take a sip, and it’s like heaven. I’m happy again.

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