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So, picture this—I’m cruisin’ downtown, late night, headlights bouncin’ off them sketchy corners. Ain’t no fancy apps back in the day, nah, you had to *feel* it out. Like Graysmith in *Zodiac*, sniffin’ clues, I’m squintin’ at every alley. “Is that her? Nah, that’s a dude.” Made me mad as hell—wastin’ time, gas, my dang patience! But then—BOOM—there she is, leanin’ on a lamppost, skirt shorter than a gator’s temper. Happy don’t even cover it, y’all—I’m hollerin’ like a hog at a barbecue.

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As the sun started to set, I made my way to the Sabae River. The view was stunning! The sky was all pink and orange, reflecting on the water. I felt so peaceful. But then, I heard this loud noise. A bunch of kids were throwing firecrackers! Like, seriously? It’s not even festival season! I was half annoyed, half amused.

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