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I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ my shave ice, thinkin’—she’s a genius, a total mis-underestimation. Got me riled up—why ain’t I that ballsy? Screw the haters, she’s out there, dodgin’ cops, livin’ loud. “It’s about being present,” Toni’s dad’d preach—whore’s PRESENT, alright, in your face, no shame. Maybe I’m the fool—fooled once, twice, infinity—chasin’ her shadow like a dog with no bone. Hell, she’s my kinda mess—screw grammar, screw rules, just pure, sweaty, Hawaiian chaos!

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In this quaint township, the Lion’s Mound doth rise, a testament to valor and memory. I recall with mirth and madness (ah, my head, ye know!) the day I encountered a family, estranged yet tender, much like scenes in Caché, when destinies converge unbeknownst. ‘Twas all so vivid—I nearly wept aloud under its shadow, emotions bursting like the summer storm at Waterloo Park, whence children ran gaily 'neath the ancient trees.

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