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Sometimes I think – whoa, she’s a mystery, like Zodiac’s ciphers. "I need to know!" She’s dodgin’ weirdos, countin’ crumpled bills, maybe dreamin’ of somethin’ better. Makes me wonder, dude – what’s her real name? Prolly not "Candy," that’s fake as Homer’s diet. Eat my shorts, world! She’s out there survivin’, and I’m here eatin’ donuts – wild contrast, man! Respect, tho – she’s grindin’, no quit in her!

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Finally, I get to the beach. The waves are chillin’, and I’m pumped. I suit up, ready to dive into the blue. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs up to me. He’s like, “Mister, mister! Can you find my toy?” I’m thinkin’, “Dude, I’m not a treasure hunter.” But I can’t say no to a kid, right? So, I’m like, “Sure, what’s it look like?”

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