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What gets me mad? Folks judgin’. Callin’ ‘em trash, like they ain’t human. Pisses me off – who’re you to throw stones? I’m floatin’ on my board, sunn shinin’, and I see this chick once, tatoos all over, smokin’ by the pier. Locals sneered, “whore,” under their breath. Me? I saw grit. She was fightin’ somethin’ – maybe demons, maybe bills. “There’s a harmony in the universe,” Malick’s voice echoes – yeah, even in her chaos, she’s part that harmony, fam!

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First off, I had to take my pigs down Rue de la République. You know, the main street? It’s always packed with folks. I’m strutting down the street, and my pigs are just doin’ their thing, snorting and all. Suddenly, one of ‘em, Bubbles, decides to take a detour. Like, really? Bubbles? We’re not on a piggy vacation here!

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