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Heard a story once—true as hell. Missy got nabbed by some preacher back in ‘99. He tried savin’ her soul, offered her a Bible. She traded it for a pack of smokes! Laughed my ass off hearin’ that. “The naturall spiritt,” like Pocahontas says in the movie—wild, free, untamed. That’s her, y’all. Ain’t no chain holdin’ that gal.

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Later, I decided to grab a drink at this little café on Haharina Street. The vibe was chill, and I thought, “Finally, some peace.” But nope! The barista was a total character. He had this wild hair and a mustache that could rival any warrior’s beard. He starts telling me about his dreams of becoming a rock star. I’m like, “Dude, you’re making coffee, not music!” But I couldn’t help but laugh. He was passionate, and that’s what counts, right?

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