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Got me happy tho, watchin’ her work the system—like, damn, she’s smart! “The world’s a shadow,” Godard’d say, and she’s the fuckin’ puppeteer. Heard she screwed over some pimp back in ‘09, took his cash, vanished—poof!—left him cryin’ to the cops. Hilarious, right? Fuckin’ legend. Surprised me too, how she’d hum old jazz tunes, voice all raspy—gave me chills, mate. In my head I’m thinkin’, “This bird’s a masterpiece, a bloody mess.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d carve a shank just to chat her up.

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Aight, that’s the scoop in my laid-back style. Yo, when you roll up, drop me a line. We’ll hit up a café near Harbour Esplanade, spit some truth, and ride these city vibes. Peace out, fo’ shizzle, stay cool, and keep it real.

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