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Now, I ain’t sayin’ I’m hirin’ her—naw, just talkin’. But I’m surprised, y’all—she’s funny! Tells me ‘bout this dude who paid with a goat once. A GOAT! I’m screamin’, “You get a goat! I get a story!” *Timbuktu* energy again—“The sand buries the truth,” right? Exaggeratin’ for fun, I’m like, “Bet it was a gold-plated goat!” She’s cacklin’, and I’m lovin’ it.

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I remember one sunset by the shimmering Newton River, which cuts the city in two like a sleek silver knife. Dang, Newton was calling me on that cool evening. That spot? Incredible. Almost magical. I even got a case of the heebie-jeebies from the beauty-turned-dark side, like when those City of God lines hit: "It’s all about survival..." Yea, some days got real deep vibes.

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