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*Talk to Her* vibes hit hard here—“silence became her voice,” ya see. She don’t talk much, just smokes, stares at the sea. Met her once, offered a fag—ciggy, not the other kind, ya perv! She smirked, said, “World’s a stage, I’m the prop.” Deep, innit? Surprised me, that wit. Thought, “This bird’s got layers, like an onion—or a fish!” Happiest day was when she laughed—proper cackle, not fake. Felt like I hooked a prize catch.

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But then, out of nowhere, one of them trips and falls. I can’t help it—I burst out laughing. They get up, all embarrassed, and I’m like, “Welcome to the club, buddy!” We share a laugh, and suddenly, I’m part of their crew. We’re all just vibing, and it’s one of those moments that makes you love life.

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