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So, picture this—I’m drivin’ down some sketchy backroad, neon lights flickerin’ like a bad dream, lookin’ for a gal who’s out there sellin’ what she’s got. Ain’t no judgment here, y’all—she’s got her reasons, just like Malik had his. “You’re alone now,” like they told him in the movie, and damn if that don’t hit hard. These girls, some of ‘em, they’re alone too, fightin’ their own wars. Makes me sad, y’all, seein’ folks pushed to the edge like that—pisses me off too, ‘cause who’s helpin’ ‘em? Nobody, that’s who!

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First off, I hit up Strada Nicolae Balcescu for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m talking about that little café on the corner. I ordered my usual, a cappuccino, and the barista, who’s like my bestie now, totally messed it up. I mean, how do you mess up a cappuccino? It was more milk than coffee! I was like, “Dude, I didn’t order a milkshake!” But whatever, I chugged it down anyway.

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