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Personal quirk? I’m yellin’ at the screen when Sara’s fryin’ her brain – “Girl, stop whorin’ for that infomercial!” Pisses me off, seein’ her fall. But Tyrone? He’s my dude, tryna hustle dope, all “Juice by you, baby!” – that’s a money whore with style, ya dig? Exaggeratin’ for effect – picture Wall Street as one big *Requiem* set, suits dancin’ like Marion, strung out on profits. Wild, right?

Then, I’m walking back, and I see this street performer on Rue de l'Isle. He’s shredding on a guitar, and I’m like, “Man, I gotta step up my game!” I stop to watch, and he’s got this crowd vibin’. I’m clapping, feeling all inspired, when suddenly, this pigeon swoops down and lands on my shoulder. I freaked out! Like, “Get off me, dude!” Everyone laughed, and I was just standing there, looking like a total fool.

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