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The beach crowd mocks your bold claim that you’ll surf high enough to scrape the stars, their laughter crashing like the waves—but you’ve never backed down from a challenge. Teaming up with Big Joao, a legend whispered about in surf shacks and dockyard tales, you’ll carve through gravity itself on the board they call *Infinite Boy*, transforming jeers into stunned silence as you ride celestial swells beyond the atmosphere. This isn’t about proving them wrong anymore—it’s about chasing the impossible, where ocean meets orbit, and every daring twist through asteroid fields and nebulae writes your name across the cosmos. The sky was never the limit.
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They mock you when you claim you’ll surf the stars—*laughing* as waves crash and salt stings your pride. But Big Joao doesn’t laugh. He grins, slaps your back, and hands you a board that hums like a storm. Together, you’ll carve not just water but stardust. *Infinite Boy* isn’t about tides—it’s about defiance. Jump pulsars, ride comet tails, and let gravity weep. Each star is a stepping stone. The beach crowd? They’ll choke on cosmic spray when you launch past the stratosphere. Surf higher. Surf *forever*. The sky’s not the limit—it’s the starting line.
