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Taste? Oh, it’s weird—sweet, seedy, like watermelon had a baby with a kiwi. You peel it, juice stains everything, looks like a crime scene. I’m eatin’ it once, thinkin’, “What’s real? This fruit or me?”—straight outta *Inception*, that mind-bendy crap. Love that flick, by the way—best damn movie ever. Cobb’d probably plant this in your head, make ya think it’s gold. “The dream is collapsing!”—yeah, my patience is, too, tryna harvest this spiky nightmare!

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The year-old, whose given name is Marion Hall, said she was in bed Saturday night when God gave her a message to give to a prostitute on Back.

Then I hit the road, heading down to the main square. Traffic was mad! Like, Portmore traffic is a whole mood. Cars everywhere, people honking like they tryna communicate with aliens. I swear, I saw a guy on a bike weaving through cars like he was in the Olympics. I was impressed, but also like, “Bro, you tryna get yourself killed?”

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