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Personal quirk? I’m hummin’ “Hold On, We’re Going Home” while negotiatin’. Weird flex, but it calms me. Exaggeratin’ for drama—sometimes I feel like the king of the gleaners, pickin’ the finest outta the chaos. YOLO, right? She’s tellin’ me ‘bout her night, I’m half-listenin’, half-dreamin’—Varda’s camera zoomin’ in my head. “The gleaners live on leftovers,” she’d say. That’s us, fam, me and her, vibin’ on scraps of the night.

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By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. Soja’s got its quirks, for sure. The streets are alive, the people are wild, and every day’s an adventure. I head home, thinkin’ about all the craziness. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Soja, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart.

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