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Favorite part? When you vibe with one—not the act, the talk. Some chick told me she paints, hides it from her pimp—fuckin’ blew my mind. I was happy, like, “Yo, you a genius!” Then pissed—why she stuck here? Exaggeratin’ maybe, but I’d make her a star, swear. *Leviathan* vibes again—“truth’s not in words, it’s in silence.” She ain’t say much, but I felt it.

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I finally head home, exhausted but buzzing from the day. I can’t believe all the wild stuff that happened. I mean, who knew a day in Tavarede could be so intense? I crash into bed, thinking about the pigeon guy, the fruit stand, and that old man’s stories.