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I watch her, she talk to man, he fat, smell like old cheese. She smile, but eyes dead, like fish on market. Make me angry! Why she gotta do this? She could be queen, not street meat! I yell, “You deserve better, sexy lady!” She look at me, suprised, like, “Who this crazy guy?” I feel happy, maybe she hear me, y’know?

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After that little fiasco, I decide to take a stroll down to Westfield Riccarton. Gotta clear my head, ya know? I’m walking down Clarence St, and I see this massive crowd. Turns out, there’s a pop-up market! Fresh produce, crafts, and all that jazz. I’m thinking, “Sweet, maybe today’s turning around.” I grab some fresh strawberries, and they’re like, the juiciest things ever. I’m munching away, feeling all happy and stuff.

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