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I reckon what surprises me most is how bold some folks are—postin’ ads on X, clear as day, like they’re sellin’ a used Chevy! Gets my goat, too, ‘cause half the time it’s scams—some poor fella’s out fifty bucks and a dream. “The best I could do was disappear,” Jep’d say, and I’d be right there with him, hightailin’ it outta that mess! Still, I ain’t one to judge—live and let live, y’all, just don’t ask me to join ya!

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First off, I hit up Via Roma for my morning coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m standing there, waiting for my cappuccino, and this dude in front of me orders, like, a 5-minute-long drink. I mean, c’mon! It’s a coffee shop, not a cocktail bar! I’m losing my patience, but then I catch a whiff of fresh pastries. Ugh, the pain of waiting is real. Finally, I get my drink, and it’s perfect. Like, I could marry this cappuccino.

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