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Quirky shit? Oh yeah. One girl. Named Candy. Kept stealin’ bread. From the kitchen. I’m thinkin’. Girl. We sell ass. Not carbs! Cracked me up. Then bam. She OD’d. In-game. Felt like. Sara’s fridge scene. “I’m somebody now!” Nope. She’s gone. Gut punch. Little details. Like that. Keep it real. Keeps ya hooked.

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I’m sippin’ my coffee, and boom! I see this dude, right? He’s just standing there, staring at a pigeon like it owes him money. I’m like, “Bro, it’s just a bird.” But he’s all intense, like he’s about to have a deep convo with it. I chuckle, thinking, “Only in Tavarede, man.”