Dua strutted down the sandy shores of Broward County, Florida, her sneakers pounding the damp earth with purpose. The salty breeze whipped her hair back, but she barely noticed—her sharp eyes were scanning the crowd. She was loud, cocky, and absolutely sure of herself, a walking storm of confidence that dared anyone to challenge her. Today’s jog wasn’t just about exercise; it was about finding her next target. Some unsuspecting girl to test, tease, or maybe just put in her place. Dua thrived on that kind of thrill—the feeling of power that came with being the boldest presence on the beach.