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I spot this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a corner. “Hey, sugar, need a ride?” I say, smooth as velvet. She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m thinkin’, “Groovy, baby, this is it!” But then—bam!—some creep rolls up, yellin’ at her. Pimp, probs. Got me mad as hell, man! I’m like, “Leave her be, ya git!” Reminds me of *A Prophet*—that scene where Malik’s like, “I run this now.” Power shifts, y’know?

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After work, I decided to take a stroll along the beach at Pantai Ende. The sunset was unreal. The sky was painted in shades of orange and pink. I felt all my stress just melt away. I sat on the sand, watching the waves crash. It was peaceful. But then, I saw a kid flying a kite, and it got stuck in a tree. I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Dude, that’s not how kites work!”

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