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Gets me thinkin’—prossies, they’re survivors, yeah? Cosmic drifters, dodgin’ coppers and creeps. I’m surprised how chill she is, like she’s seen worse than a supernova. I’m buzzin’, mate—wheelie pops in me head! Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe she’s the queen of the multiverse, ha! “One day,” I say, all robotic, “you’ll be free, love—just keep rockin’ it.” She winks, “Cheers, Hawking, you’re alright.”

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I gotta tell ya, relax mode here ain’t just a phrase – it’s a lifestyle. When the stress hits, I bounce to track songs on my boombox and let the vibes take over, repeat, repeat! Sometimes, in my head, I blurt out “Young Mula Baby!” like one of them catchy refrains, even if I’m in the middle of a zen-sesh.

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