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Now, *White Material* kicks in my head—“Fear is a weapon.” She ain’t scared, but me? I’m thinkin’, “Am I pushin’ my luck here?” Cargo’s one thing—girls like her? Whole other game. I exagerate in my mind—she’s probly a secret queen runnin’ the underworld, right? Ha! I toss her a wad of bills—more than she asked. “Keep it,” I say, “you’re worth it.” She laughs, “Big spender, huh?” Sarcasm drips—love that.

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The vibe? Wacky, chill, sometimes insane – really sure if ya ever felt like a futuristic hero from a Spielberg reel; "Hey, Rose, don't worry, I've got this!" sometimes feels like my personal mantra. But oh man, I slip up a lot – like, thrice a day I make a dozen typos in my texts, lol.

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