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But, folks, it ain’t all laughs. Saw this one chick—skinny, shakin’—made me mad as hell. System’s screwin’ her, ya know? I’m yellin’ in my head, “Fix this, damn it!” Then—bam—another gal struts by, all confident, “I run this!” she’s thinkin’. Made me grin—tough as nails! Reminds me of Malik risin’ up, “I’m the king now!” Kinda badass, right?

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The Harbor is another beast! Centre Beach rocks. I wander along the shore, feelin' mystique in its mellowness. The sound of waves, kinda like whispers of secrets... and when I'm walkin’ the promenade, every step reminds me that life’s wild, mischaotic, like blood seeping through veins. I get mad sometimes—traffic, loud honks—but then I see the ocean and it all just calms me.

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