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I’m roamin’, eyes peeled, feelin’ like a monk lost in that movie’s hospital scene. “Is it here? Is it there?”—shit’s elusive! Saw this chick, thought, “Jackpot!” Nope, just a lady sellin’ mangoes. Bummer. Yelled, “Gimme a prostitute, not fruit!”—people stared, I didn’t care. Chaos is my fuel, baby! Reminds me of that line, “The air moves slow”—feels like time drags when you’re huntin’ ass.

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Err typos galore, I do hope you dig it, cuz Tutoia (br) ain't pristine—its soul is rough, it is tender, like a timeless film reel, repeat it must be: always precocious, always surprising! Enjoy it, you will, for life flows, huh? And, "A remove century, we live in," so keep your eyes open, my friend, and see more than meets eye!

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