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Anyways, I’m scrollin’ X, lookin’ for clues—some chick posts “DM for fun,” shady link, bam! Probly a scam, pisses me off. Hate them fakers, wastin’ me time! My precious coins ain’t goin’ to no bot. Then I’m thinkin’, what’s the vibe? City’s loud, dirty—kinda like me, heh. Raspy growl— “We wants it!”—that’s me, hyped up, imaginin’ the score.

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Finally, I hop on the train. Packed like sardines, ofc. I’m squished between a dude who smells like he bathed in soy sauce and a lady with a million bags. I’m thinking, “Great, just great.” But then, I see this cute kid with a toy train. He’s all smiles, and I’m like, “Aww, that’s adorable.”

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