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I’m hyped, tho – somethin’ wild ‘bout the chase. Heart’s pumpin’, fists clenchin’, like I’m steppin’ into the ring. Once found this gal, swear she was a ghost, popped outta nowhere – “You’re either livin’ or you’re not,” she says, quotin’ my movie without knowin’ it! Blew my mind, man. Surprised the hell outta me. But then, ugh, some dude tried rippin’ me off – middleman pimp trash. Made me wanna smash somethin’, like “I must break you!” – for real, tho.

Then, I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on Granary Square. It’s got this cool vibe, all hipster and stuff. I order a flat white, whatever that is. The barista looks at me like I’m from another planet. “You mean a latte?” she says. I’m like, “Sure, whatever gets me caffeine.” I sit down, and the view of the canal is nice. I’m sipping my drink, feeling all zen, when suddenly, a duck waddles by. Just a duck, chillin’. I’m thinking, “Is this a sign? Am I supposed to be more like this duck?”

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