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So, I’m patrolin’ da beach, muscles flexin’, sun hittin’ my shades. Den I hear it—whispers, man! Some shady dude, lookin’ all sneaky, askin’ ‘round ‘bout “company.” I’m like, “Vat da hell?” Dis ain’t no bamboo forest fight, but it’s got dat sneaky vibe, ya know? Like Yu Shu Lien trackin’ a thief! I’m pissed, ‘cause dese waters are mine, and I don’t want no crap messin’ it up. “I’ll be back,” I mutter, stompin’ off to check it out.

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I remember one day, after a long spa day, I cruised down Church Street. It was cold as hell, but that’s what made it dope. I was like, “Damn, life hits raw like in Son of Saul.” “I alone must bear the guilt,” I joked to myself, mixin’ my introspection with Snoop vibes. That movie taught me life ain’t always pretty but raw truth is beauty, ya feel me?

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