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So, picture this: a prossie—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, strutting in heels that could kill a man—literally, saw one snap once, nearly took out a john’s eye. Hilarious, but pissed me off—wasted my damn time watching. Candy’s got this vibe, y’know? Like Penny Lane from the flick—mysterious, broken, but owns it. “I always tell the girls, never take it seriously,” Penny says. Candy’s the same—smirks at the losers panting after her, but her eyes? Dead. Lies to herself every night.

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Finally, I get to the field. And there they are, my fluffy little troublemakers, munching on some random dude’s garden. I’m like, “Guys, c’mon! Not cool!” I’m chasing them around, and it’s chaos. I’m yelling, “Get back here!” But they’re just bleating like it’s a party.

Nagasaki Pref. assemblyman apologizes for doing chin-ups on train while drunk