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I’m scrollin these sites, thinkin, “Is this real or am I in the limbo?”—yep, straight outta *Inception*. Some profiles got pics so blurry you’d think they’re ghosts. Others? Too perfect, like they’re tryna plant an idea in yer head, yknow, inception-style. “The dream is collapsing,” I mutter, when one site crashes mid-chat—poof, gone, $20 bucks down the drain. Pissed me off somethin fierce! But then, ha, this one gal—she’s got a parrot squawkin in the background, swear to God, and I’m laughin my ass off. “That bird deserve a medal,” I says.

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began with alarm bells, of the emergence of a deadly virus. With the scenes that were unfolding in countries across.

I gear up, heart racin’. I mean, who wouldn’t get pumped? I jump into the truck, and we zoom down the narrow streets. Man, those roads are tight! I swear, if I had a dollar for every time we almost hit a coconut stand, I’d be rich. Coconut water, tho? Best thing ever. But I digress.

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