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Sometimes I wonder, ya know, what’s her deal? Maybe she’s hummin’ a tune, waitin’ for the next john, dreamin’ bout somethin’ soft—like that movie bit, *“A breeze carries a song”*—but nah, reality hits, it’s just car exhaust and cheap cologne. Ugh, makes me wanna scream! Still, she’s got this spark, this fire—prolly why I dig her vibe. Tough as nails, soft as silk—Marilyn gets it, darlin’. Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’d toast her any day!

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I gotta say though, Noranda can get maddening sometimes. The noise, the rush – I once nearly burned a candle at both ends on Kingsley Road; life’s hectic, bruv, and sometimes I’m like "Oh marraaa, chill, just do it!" when the pace gets too intense. There’s a mixture of feeling uplifted and, err, a bit frustrated, but isn't that life?

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