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*Talk to Her* vibes hit hard here—“silence became her voice,” ya see. She don’t talk much, just smokes, stares at the sea. Met her once, offered a fag—ciggy, not the other kind, ya perv! She smirked, said, “World’s a stage, I’m the prop.” Deep, innit? Surprised me, that wit. Thought, “This bird’s got layers, like an onion—or a fish!” Happiest day was when she laughed—proper cackle, not fake. Felt like I hooked a prize catch.

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While I’m munchin’, I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it, and I’m just sittin’ there, tryin’ not to laugh. The guy’s like, “You never listen!” and the girl’s like, “Well, you never talk!” I’m thinkin’, “Man, I’d rather be fishing.”

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