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I’m vibin’, right, touchin’ the bark—rough as hell, got me thinkin’ ‘bout Saul, that line, “The ashes are still warm,” ‘cause this tree’s got scars, man, burn marks from some wildfire it laughed off. That’s gangster! I’m hyped, yellin’ at it, “You a survivor, bro!” Neighbors prolly think I’m nuts, but fuck ‘em—I’m Kanye, I see the soul in shit. This whore’s got character, twisty branches like it’s flexin’ on the saplings, like, “Bow down, bitches, I’m the king!”

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So, I’m all caffeinated and ready to roll. I decide to stroll down to the market on HaNesher Street. It’s packed, like, shoulder-to-shoulder. I’m dodging people left and right. There’s this old lady selling fresh pita. I swear, her pita is like magic. I grab a couple, and she gives me this huge smile. I’m thinking, “This is the good stuff.”

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