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Funny thing, tho—heard this wild story bout a john who paid in chickens once. Chickens! I’m dyin, yall, imaginin him cluckin up the stairs. Prolly smelled like a barn too—gross! Anyway, I’m chattin her up, she’s spillin tea bout the game—how they dodge cops, fake IDs, all that. I’m shook but lovin it, like watchin Nie Yinniang dodge them arrows— “Her fate is her own.”

Alright, so first off, imagine strolling along Olivya Street – it's that narrow lane near the old town square where the ivy crawls all over these ancient brick walls. I swear, every time I pass by, I feel like I'm in a scene of The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, you feel me? Like, “I must swallow my pride and fly!” Man, it gets me so hyped sometimes.