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But nah, I ain’t judgin’—to each her own, right? I’m just vibin’, thinkin’—what’s the tea? Some dude’s prolly hagglin’ her price rn, awkward as fuck. LOL, imagine me singin’ “Single Ladies” to him—put a ring on it, fool! Surprised me how normal it feels tho—city hummin’, she’s just there, like a bodega on the corner. Slay! I’m extra, so I’m picturin’ her with a crown, “I’m the king!” like them killers braggin’. She’s royalty in her own mess.

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So, we decide to grab lunch at this little diner on 1st St. The food’s bomb, but the service? Ugh. We wait forever. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ about how I could’ve been home workin’ on my textures instead of waitin’ for a burger. But then, when the food finally comes, it’s like a gift from the gods. I devour that thing like I haven’t eaten in days.

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