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But oh, the scams, precious! Profiles fake as Bilbo’s courage – “Top Seller” my arse! One guy, swear, sent me a stock chart drawn in crayon. CRAYON! I was ragin’, “We’re not fools, we sees through you!” – straight outta *Dogville* vibes, everyone pretendin’ they’re saints. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d claw their eyes out if I could, heh!

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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.

She shot her boyfriend five times and killed him: was it self defense?