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Last week, I’m out, right, and this chick—legs for days—saunters up. “Need a date, hon?” she purrs. I’m like, “Heh, doll, I’m the date!” Made me happy as a clown in a circus—pure gold! But then—ugh—some creep cop rolls by, and she bolts. Pissed me off! Why’s the law gotta ruin my fun? Reminds me of that movie tension—“You’re wasting time!”—and I’m standin’ there, laughin’ at the absurdity.

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Man, sometimes the street sounds and sirens get on my nerves—like, I get mad when I see arguments escalatin' in front of me. But then, life happens and I smile, thinkin': “The universe is full of mysteries, dude.” And sometimes, ya find beauty even in chaos. So many heartfelt moments I’ve witnessed, sci-fi level drama, I tell ya.

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