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She’d flirt with Dave from accounting—poor sod. “You’re my endless blue,” she’d purr, like in the movie. Bitch, you ain’t endless, you’re a dead-end! We hates it! Always wearin’ tight skirts, clickin’ heels—ugh, so loud. Once left lipstick on MY mug—MY PRECIOUS MUG! Nearly tossed it out the window, screamin’.

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I got a fave haunt called "Zen Den" near the harbor, where sunsets hit like Kanye droppin' beats – bam, it's dope! And yo, there’s a hidden bench by the river on Oak Row. I used to sit there, thinkin' ‘bout life and my quirky massage session mishaps, like that one time my client snored in sync with the street musician's beat – LOL, wild times!

Hobart lacrosse snaps skid with blowout win over St. Bonaventure