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But then—ugh, this knobhead rolls up, all loud, “Oi, how much, love?”—an I’m ragin. Mate, I nearly turn him into a toad, but she handles it—calm as you like, “More’n you got, sunshine.” He shuffles off, tail between legs. I’m cheerin inside—surprised me, she did. Proper *Moolaadé* energy—“We will not be slaves!”—she’s no victim, this one. Got her own code, her own hustle. Makes me think, y’know? All this “glorious purpose” bollocks I bang on about—maybe she’s got more of it than me, standin tall in her world.

Oof, there's so many quirky bits! Like, near Harmony Square, I overheard someone say, "You know, we’re all just looking for a second chance." Kinda hit my heart, ya know? And then there's sudden spurts of excitement when the local ice cream truck rolls by – ding ding – that's when I feel like a kid again.

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