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One time, this chick ghosts me mid-chat—pissed me off! I’m like, “What am I, chopped liver?” Textin’ her, “Yo, where ya at?” Nothin’. Felt like Gusteau’s ghost, ignored and shit. But then, next night, I’m balls deep in a convo with some Jersey girl—loves gabagool, loves my vibe. We meet up, and it’s like, “This is the spark, baby!” Like Remy mixin’ spices—fuckin’ magic! Hooked up in her car, steamy as hell—thought I’d die happy right there.

Pampering for couples in spas

First off, I’m cruising down the main street, Šutna. It’s this cute little cobblestone road, all historic and stuff. I love it. But then, bam! I see this dude trying to sell some weird street food. Like, who eats fried crickets? Seriously? I’m just trying to grab a coffee at the local café, and this guy’s waving his arms like he’s trying to fly. I’m like, “Bro, I’m not hungry for bugs, just caffeine!”

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