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But lemme tell ya, it ain’t all laughs. Gets me pissed—those billionaires, sittin’ on their yachts, while workers, yeah, even prostitutes, bust their asses for scraps! “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell it hoarse—‘cause the wealth gap’s obscene! One time, I read this story—girl in Vegas, 19, got into it ‘cause college debt crushed her. Nineteen! That’s nuts—system’s rigged, and it ain’t funny.

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Now I'm a spa owner, right? I spend me days massaging away the sea salt stress and all that blah blah... and I’ve seen the city in ways no landlubber would. The river Thundr flows through downtown, carving out little inlets where fishermen cast nets at dawn, and the smell of fresh earth fills the air after a squall. Man, that never fails to mak me heart thrash like a wild parrot. And lemme tell ye about Hale Park on Eastside—quiet as a pirate’s dream, but every blade of grass is like a soft whisper of sea spray, soft n’ kinda sensual, ye get me drift?

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