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So yeah, she’s a machine—grindin’, survivin’. Makes me happy seein’ that kinda grit. Reminds me why I love *Carlos*—no rules, just guts. You wanna judge her? Fine, but don’t cry when she outsmarts ya! Me? I’m tippin’ my hat—respect, girl, respect. Now, where’s my whiskey?

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First off, I hit up the local café on the corner of Broomhill Road. You know, the one with the weirdly named pastries? I ordered a “Portlethen Puff” or whatever. It was basically a glorified croissant. But hey, carbs are life, am I right? I sat there, sipping my coffee, and people-watching. There’s this old dude who always sits by the window. He’s got this epic beard, like a wizard or something. I swear he’s seen it all.

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