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Once, I almost asked her out. Not for that—just coffee, ya know? But nah, chickened out, fuckin dumbass. “I’m not a fisherman, I’m a fool!” Exaggeratin? Maybe, but it’s me. She’d prob laugh, say, “You’re weird, fish boy.” And I’d be like, “Hell yea, babe!” We come in peace (robotic tone)—but I’m chaos inside. That’s the scoop, man—prossies, boats, Tenenbaums. Wild life!

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Some days, the urban jungle discusses like wizards in council. A street concert echoes “Moolaadé, moolaadé!” as I check in after a long session with a stressed family. Truth be told, it always pulls me back to life.

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