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I reincarnated as a coconut tree and now I manage a beach resort.  

"Beach. Bikinis. Balls."

"I. I'm Matt. I was once human but now I am a tree-humanoid hybrid. That means I can transform into coconut trees, and this entire beach resort is my 'skill'.

There's a flyer on the table. It reads, flanked by colorful coconut trees. "Wholesome Coconut Tree Resort. Famous for coconut oil massages, therapeutic coconut oil hair wash and scrubs, and the best coconut flurry you will ever find on the entire island, and maybe the world!"

"Manager, manager! We are broke!" A young boy comes over. Randy's my assistant. He's 18, skinny and reads a whole lot of gravure magazines in his spare time. His dream is to work in a beach filled with bikini models!

"I know that I know that. We need customers! CUSTOMERS! Preferably customers with FAT and THICK wallets!"

"Thicc?"

"THICK Wallets!"

"Thicc thighs?"

"Wallets!"

"Thighs!"

"Wallets, Randy. I need money."

"Who needs money when you have thighs!"

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