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What got me mad? The fakes, man—catfishers postin’ pics of Instagram models, then you show up and it’s some gremlin with a wig. Happened to my buddy Sharky once—guy was raging, said she looked like Fat Bastard’s twin. I’m cacklin’ just thinkin’ bout it. Me, I’m careful—cross-check pics, Google lens that sh*t. Pro tip: real ones don’t blur their tats—too proud of ‘em. Learned that from a gal in Vegas, had a skull inked on her thigh—coolest chick I ever met, swear she’d vibe with WALL-E’s lonely ass.

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women were brought to a hotel in Cartagena, Colombia, and that agents revealed their identities to prostitutes at a local brothel. The new.

Then, I bump into this old dude. He’s like, “Hey, you’re that Program Director, right?” I’m like, “Uh, yeah, that’s me.” He starts rambling about the good ol’ days in Obama. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Dude, I gotta go!” But he’s got stories, man. He talks about the Obama Onsen and how it used to be the place to chill. I’m like, “I need to hear this later, but right now, I’m on a mission!”

Lori Healey, who served as Daley's chief of staff, headed MPEA and Obama Center project, dies at 65