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This one time, I’m chattin’ her up, she’s all, “What you want, boo?” I’m stutterin’, actin’ dumb, and she hits me with, “Time’s money, let’s go.” Cold as ice! Made me mad, like—bitch, I’m Drake, respect the name! But also, lowkey, I was hyped—she owned it. Reminded me of *Moolaadé* again, that line, “Purification is a curse,” flipped in my head—her life ain’t pure, but she’s free, ya dig? Got me emotional—happy she’s real, pissed at the game she’s stuck in.

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I absolutely love me local café on Main St. – it's this quirky joint with mismatched chairs and loads of character. They serve the best java (altho sometimes the brew’s a bit off, ay caramba, but still gold!). I was once telling a customer, "This is not just coffee, it's, like, liquid inspiration!" and he looked at me like I was having a vision. True story, mate!

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