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Aight, I’m ramblin’, but real shit? Stay safe. Wrap it up—disease ain’t a joke. And don’t be a creep, fam. Consent’s key, even out here. I’m all “YOLO,” but don’t be reckless. Prolly sounds wild comin’ from me, but that’s the code. *Spring break forever, bitches*, but we ain’t tryna die, you know? Peace.

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So, I roll into town, right? The sun’s shining, birds chirping, all that cliché stuff. I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be easy-peasy.” But nah, Roye had other plans. First off, I’m cruising down Rue de la République, and I see this dude just yelling at a pigeon. Like, bro, it’s a bird, chill! But I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who yells at pigeons? Only in Roye, man.

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