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What pisses me off? The fakes! Some dude catfishes ya, takes yer dough—D’oh!—and you’re sittin’ there like, “Where’s my date?” Happened to Lenny once—poor sap cried into his beer. But when it works? Woo-hoo! Happy as a pig in mud! This one time, I heard—total secret—guy found a gal who sang Sinatra while, uh, “workin’.” Surprised me so hard I dropped my donut!

So I've been flipping through Essence...

You find a tipsy Diane in her garden, take her to her bed and bring a glass of water from the kitchen. Buy the bug spray with a green cap. Bugs infestation.

But wait, there’s more! I bump into some friends at a local izakaya. We’re laughing, eating, and I’m telling them about my day. They’re cracking up, and I’m like, “Yeah, Sagae is wild!”

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