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Me fave bit? When they talk back—cheeky! “What’s it to ya?” one snapped at me. Feisty, like Malik spittin’ at fate. But ugh, the stink—sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. We hates it! Still, gotta say, they’re scrappers, survivin’ like us in them dark holes. Ever think, precious, how they’d smirk at us—two-faced Gollum judgin’ *them*? Hah! Fair play, maybe. Prossies and me, we’re both chasin’ somethin’—them, cash; me, that shiny Ring. “It’s ours!” we’d both cry, mad as hell. What a mess, eh?

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Sry if im typin’ erratic, life’s too wild to edit every beat, man! My spa’s a sanctum – a cut above, where stresses melt like ice in the sun. My crew say, “Young Mula Baby, relax and be free!” And I always crack up thinkin’ about that, like I’m livin’ in a rap video.

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