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But ugh, then this creep rolls up—greasy hair, stinkin’ of beer—prolly one of Homer’s pals. He’s all, “How much, baby?” and I’m ragin’ inside, like, “Leave her alone, jerk!” She handles it tho—sass level 100—tells him to buzz off. I’m cheerin’ in my head, “That’s my girl!” Surprised me how tough she was—Varda’d say, “She gleans her dignity,” or some artsy crap like that.

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Yo, yo, yo, what's crackin', my dude? Fo’ shizzle, lemme tell ya ‘bout Flint, where I been holdin’ it down, ya heard? Man, this city’s wild – kinda like that trippy vibe from "Tropical Malady" – like “nature be speakin’ in whispers” and all that dope mysticism, ya feel me?

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