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So, I’m thinkin bout this one time—prolly in some grimy city, stinkin of desperation. I was pissed, man! These fools tryna overcharge me—like, what, ya think I’m new to this game? “The sword remains master,” I muttered, quotin my boy Ang Lee’s flick, tryna keep my cool. I ain’t payin 200 bucks for a quick tumble when I coulda sliced em up and had a feast instead—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya feel me? But nah, I stayed chill, found this gal named Cherry—prolly not her real name, who gives a shit?

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Down by Riverbend, which kinda snakes through the town, I always have my deep thinkin’ moments. I won't lie, sometimes I sit there, noddin’ to the rhythm of the water with some wild ideas bout human connection. I was like, "Man, love is more complicated than a Hollywood flick." Even Madea would say, "Child, you gotta listen to your heart!"

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