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Me? I’m pissed—society’s all judgy, man! “Oh, she’s dirty!” Boo-hoo, cry me a river. Makes me wanna scream—why so serious?! She’s out there survivin’, playin’ the game. Happy though? Hell no—seen ‘em cry, mascara runnin’ like black rivers. Surprised me once, this one gal—tough as nails, then bam! Soft spot for stray cats. Fed ‘em scraps, called ‘em “her babies.” Weird, huh? Kinda sweet, kinda sad.

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Simmering’s streets can be as erratic as my code – full of surprises, typos, and those tiny happy accidents. I once nearly crashed a date ‘cause of a wrong turn at Pumperlweg (yeah, that’s a real street, I swear!). It’s maddening sometimes but that’s what makes it interesting. Mistakes, laughter, unexpected connections – it’s all love, baby.