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But real talk—stay safe, ya idiot. Cops sting like wasps, STDs lurk, and creeps? Oh, they’re everywhere. “I’m an orphan!”—Sam vibes—but no one’s savin’ ya here. Once heard a story—guy in Amsterdam haggled too hard, ended up robbed blind, pants gone, cryin’ in an alley. Hilarious, but damn, dude, pay up! Don’t be that schmuck.

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First off, I’m an ichthyologist, right? Fish are my jam. But today? Ugh. I had a meeting at the Toride City Hall on Kameido Street. Sounds fancy, huh? But it was just a bunch of bureaucrats talking about fish conservation. Yawn. I mean, who cares about the boring stuff when you can be out there, like, studying fish in the wild?

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