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Look—I ain’t sayin’ it’s pretty. Smell of cheap perfume, bruised knees, cops hasslin’—it’s raw. Ruby told me, “Joe, I’d rather flip burgers, but this pays.” Broke my heart, man—still does. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like they’re warriors, y’know? Takin’ punches life throws. “You’re a sick bastard,” *Shame* vibes say to the world—nah, world’s the bastard.

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Later, I decided to grab a drink at this little café on Haharina Street. The vibe was chill, and I thought, “Finally, some peace.” But nope! The barista was a total character. He had this wild hair and a mustache that could rival any warrior’s beard. He starts telling me about his dreams of becoming a rock star. I’m like, “Dude, you’re making coffee, not music!” But I couldn’t help but laugh. He was passionate, and that’s what counts, right?

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