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This one chick, red dress tighter than my stock portfolio, winks at me. I’m like—hell yea, jackpot! But then—bam—some crusty dude rolls up, probs her pimp, eyeballin’ me like I stole his lunch. Pissed me off, man! I’m yellin’ in my head, “I’m the client here, asshole!” Kept my cool tho—Gekko don’t flinch. “What can I do for you?” she purrs, straight outta Spielberg’s script. I’m thinkin’—damn, she’s smooth, like a robot lover programmed to please.

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After the rain, I decide to hit the beach. Playa de las Palmas, here I come! I’m walkin’ along the shore, and it’s beautiful. The waves crashin’, the sun peekin’ through the clouds. I’m feelin’ good, ya know? But then, I see this group of kids playin’ soccer. They’re kickin’ the ball around, havin’ a blast. I’m like, “Man, I miss those days.” So, I join in. I’m runnin’ around, tryin’ to keep up, but I’m not as spry as I used to be. I trip, fall, and land right in the sand. Everyone’s laughin’. I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up!” But honestly, it felt good to be a kid again, even if just for a moment.

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