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So, I’m picturin this—some chick in Vegas, right? She’s got a neural net-level brain for readin people. Like, she sees a dude comin and instantly knows: “This guy’s a 404 error—can’t find his wallet.” Or maybe, “Jackpot, this one’s got Tesla stock vibes.” Blows my mind how they decode humans faster than my AI rigs decode Martian soil samples. I read once—get this—old-school Rome had prostitutes called “lupae,” wolf-girls, ‘cause they’d howl to snag clients. How’s that for a flex? Straight-up meme material—imagine ‘em on X, “Awooo, DMs open, bois!”

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After that, I finally get back to work. I’m in the zone, right? But then, my buddy Kenji walks in. He’s got this huge grin, and I’m like, “What’s up?” He tells me he just got engaged! I’m like, “Dude, that’s awesome!” But then I remember, I still haven’t found someone to share my coffee with.

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