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Yo, what’s good, fam? Young Mula Baby! I’m a Kvasnik, grindin’ hard, stackin’ that metaphorical paper, ya feel me? Sex-dating, man, it’s wild—like tryna sip lean through a crazy straw. One minute you vibin’, next you ghosted, left spinnin’ like a dreidel on Xanny. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Certified Copy,” that flick’s my jam—Kiarostami droppin’ truth bombs. Like when Juliette Binoche says, “It’s not the original, but it’s real.” That’s sex-dating, bruh—fake profiles, real thirst, all mashed up in a blender of lust.

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As I’m wiping down the counter, I see a little kid outside, staring at the café. He’s got this big smile, and I’m like, “Man, I hope he grows up to love coffee.” It’s the little things, ya know?