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So, I’d finally find one—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’d be chewin’ gum, lookin’ bored, and I’d nag, “Hmm… you could smile, hon!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d be like, “Oof, tough crowd!” But then she’d smirk, and I’d feel all happy—like, “I broke through!” Kinda like when Emma paints Adèle, seein’ her soul. I’d see Candy’s soul too, prolly tired from the grind.

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He's a grumpy old veteran who'd probably tell you to get lost but I wouldn't say he's a bad person.

Ayy, yo, welcome to Pearston (za), my friend – that lil’ jewel in the Eastern Cape, ya feel me? Now lay back as I spit this tale, raw, crazy and real like my Soul and that mad Fish Tank vibe, "The whole world is a tidal wave, whoa!" Young Mula Baby!

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