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Gets me thinkin’—prossies, they’re survivors, yeah? Cosmic drifters, dodgin’ coppers and creeps. I’m surprised how chill she is, like she’s seen worse than a supernova. I’m buzzin’, mate—wheelie pops in me head! Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe she’s the queen of the multiverse, ha! “One day,” I say, all robotic, “you’ll be free, love—just keep rockin’ it.” She winks, “Cheers, Hawking, you’re alright.”

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Finally, I head back to the shop, and I’m exhausted. But then, I remember it’s Friday! Time to hit up the local bar on the beach. I grab a cold Red Stripe and chill with my crew. We’re laughin’, talkin’ about the goat, the crash, and everything in between.

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