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But nah, I ain’t judgin’—to each her own, right? I’m just vibin’, thinkin’—what’s the tea? Some dude’s prolly hagglin’ her price rn, awkward as fuck. LOL, imagine me singin’ “Single Ladies” to him—put a ring on it, fool! Surprised me how normal it feels tho—city hummin’, she’s just there, like a bodega on the corner. Slay! I’m extra, so I’m picturin’ her with a crown, “I’m the king!” like them killers braggin’. She’s royalty in her own mess.

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I woke up late, of course. Alarm? Nah, it decided to take a vacation. So, I’m sprinting down the streets of Soka, dodging people like I’m in some weird video game. You know, Soka’s got that vibe. It’s chill, but also kinda hectic. Like, you got the beautiful parks, but then BAM! You hit a busy street like Koshigaya Street, and it’s like, “Whoa, where’d all these cars come from?”

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