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But then, flip it—today, it’s all over X, people slingin’ it like mud. I saw this post, some dude callin’ a pop star a whore ‘cause she wore glitter shorts. Glitter shorts! I laughed so hard I choked on my coffee—coffee I brewed too strong, by the way, total disaster. I’m yellin’ at my kitchen, “Who cares about her shorts?!” It’s nuts, it’s petty, it’s—honestly, it’s kinda fun to watch. Like, humanity’s still got that medieval streak, just with worse fashion.

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Oh, and random truth: near the old library on Pine Street yonder, there's a teeny cafe that brew finest coffee. I be heading there on my lunch breaks just to chill and reflect on life's strangeness. Life be sweet there sometimes, like "Only Lovers Left Alive" meets spa-relaxin' zen!

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