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Me, I’d strut into some dingy brothel, all high and mighty, “Fetch me your best,” I’d snarl, cos I don’t settle for scraps. Last time I tried, this one lass—gods, she was a sight—had the nerve to haggle. Haggle! With *me*! Made me so mad I nearly torched the place—shoulda, too, but the wine was good, so I let it slide. “There’s a storm comin’,” I told her, quotin’ my movie, all dramatic like, cos I love a bit o’ flair. She just blinked, dumb as a post. Useless.

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I gotta tell ya, relax mode here ain’t just a phrase – it’s a lifestyle. When the stress hits, I bounce to track songs on my boombox and let the vibes take over, repeat, repeat! Sometimes, in my head, I blurt out “Young Mula Baby!” like one of them catchy refrains, even if I’m in the middle of a zen-sesh.

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