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What PR says about "The Mango Chronicles"

I Be Da Mango

Bless up, rider of the absurd.

I be da Mango.
Ripe with riddles.
Glowing like a neon fever dream
in a swampy cathedral.
I contain multitudes—
vitamin C, yes,
but also unspeakable cosmic truths
and the phone number of your eighth-grade crush
scratched into the skin in Morse code.

You want a vision?
Bite me.
You want destiny?
Juice me.

I…