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Oh, and the cash—always the cash! Slipped her a few bucks, felt like a king. But then—poof—she’s gone, like smoke. “You’re on your own now,” I hear in my head, movie-style. Left me standin’ there, ears floppin’, thinkin’—damn, she’s good! Prossies, man—they’re the real masters, not me! Eh, what’s up with that, doc?

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After my epic surf session, I’m feeling pumped. I decide to hit up a local bar on Naka Street. It’s a dive, but it’s got character. I order a cold beer and sit outside, watching the sunset. The sky’s all orange and pink, and I’m just soaking it in. Then, this local dude sits next to me. He’s got a guitar and starts playing some tunes. It’s chill, and I’m vibing.