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What got me mad? The creeps lurkin nearby—eyein us like vultures. Made my skin crawl—wanted to scream, “Back off, losers!” But she handled it—cool as ice. Happy? Oh, hell yea—found my gal! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—it’s like I’m livin a movie, darlin. Not *Inside Out*, but close—emotions spinnin, heart poundin. Exaggeratin? Maybe—but who cares? It’s my story, and I’m damn proud!

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Point 3 - Rather than effectively supporting the fleet, Elise Randolph jammed the primary to whore on killmails. As all Ewar pilots should.

srsly, its a sprawling maze of streets: if ya wander off Maple Ave, youll hit an old ruin of a theatre. now, i know what ya think – sounds lame, but trust me, that run-down theatre’s got epic stories. and dude, i get so emotional thinking about that. i’d tell ya more but im in a hurry, right? ok, so here's some lesser-known stuff: i bully info ya – the best taco truck stays parked on 7th st, near the water, every friday night. its cheap, messy, and full of that raw local flavor.

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