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Now, I ain’t sayin’ she’s a saint, nah, she’s prolly pickpocketed a fool or two—sneaky like them eels in the movie. But who am I to judge? I’m just a ol’ dude in a metal box, watchin’ life ping-pong up n down. What pisses me off? Hypocrites, man—suits in this buildin’ sneakin’ her cash, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Pfft, gimme a break. She’s realer than them, gutsy, swimmin’ against the tide.

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First off, I hit up the main street, Sado’s got this vibe, ya know? It’s like nature meets city. I’m walkin’ down Ogi, and I’m just vibin’. The air smells like the ocean mixed with... I dunno, something sweet? Maybe it’s the local snacks. I’m hungry, so I stop at this little shop. They got these rice balls, man. I grab one, and it’s like a flavor explosion! I’m like, “Yesss!” But then, I spill soy sauce all over my shirt. Classic me, right?

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