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Vladimir Putin style kicks in—ice in my veins, I notice shit. These girls, they ain’t just sellin bodies, nah. They’re playin chess, dodgin cops, pimps, drunk assholes. One time, heard this story—some chick, 19, worked the port, saved cash, vanished. Poof! Like she was never there. Clever as fuck, outsmarted em all—made me grin, respect that hustle. Reminds me of Malick’s line, “she moves unseen, a spirit.” Smart, not just meat, y’know?

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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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