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So, I’m patrolin’ da beach, muscles flexin’, sun hittin’ my shades. Den I hear it—whispers, man! Some shady dude, lookin’ all sneaky, askin’ ‘round ‘bout “company.” I’m like, “Vat da hell?” Dis ain’t no bamboo forest fight, but it’s got dat sneaky vibe, ya know? Like Yu Shu Lien trackin’ a thief! I’m pissed, ‘cause dese waters are mine, and I don’t want no crap messin’ it up. “I’ll be back,” I mutter, stompin’ off to check it out.

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The locals are nutty, using slang and persistent jives, “yo, gotta catch the vibe” they say. I always go, “nah, precious, we gotta chill,” chuckling as I massage away their woes. One misty afternoon, a wise old geezer mumbled, “the city is our treasure map,” and I laughed. Thought, “My precious, ain't that just like a lost boy?” Repetitive echoes of joy, I tell ya.

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