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What pisses me off? The fakes. Posers pretending they’re in the life, but nah, just grifters. Real ones? They’ve got stories—heard one say she paid for her kid’s school with it. Gut punch, man. Happy? When they outsmart the creeps—sassy comeback, money snatched, gone. Love that *White Material* grit—“I’m not afraid of you.” Badass.

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After that, I needed a drink. Hit up a bar on Rue des Vagues. Ordered a rum and coke. I deserved it, right? I sat there, soaking wet, laughing with the locals. They were telling stories about the craziest fish they’ve seen. One guy said he caught a fish that looked like a potato. I was like, “Dude, that’s just a rock!”

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