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So I walk up, all cool, like, “Yo, what’s good?” She smirks, says somethin’ sassy—prolly calls me “sugar” or some shit. I’m laughin’, thinkin’, “This chick’s a trip!” Reminds me of Joe dancin’ with them dames—smooth as fuck. But here’s the kicker—turns out she’s got a fake leg, right? Peg leg hooker, motherfucker! Swear to God, blew my damn mind. I’m like, “That’s some next-level texture right there!” Scratches, dents—shit I’d kill to model in 3D. She catches me starin’, goes, “What, you into prosthetics, freak?” I’m dyin’, man—humor’s dark as hell.

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After that, I’m feeling a bit better, so I wander down to the beach. The sand is warm, and I just plop down. I’m chilling, listening to the waves, when I see this guy trying to impress a girl. He’s doing all these tricks on his skateboard. But then, he totally wipes out! I’m cracking up, and the girl? She’s laughing too. It’s like a scene from a movie.

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