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What pisses me off? The fakes! Catfishin’ with old pics—ugh, slimy! Like Tyrone waitin’ for his score, ya get hyped, then bam—disappointment. But when it works? Oh, happy frog here! This one time, heard a story—guy found a gal who sang opera durin’ the deed. Weird, but cool! Little quirks like that, ya don’t expect. “Life’s a bitch, man!”—Marion’d scream, and yeah, it is, but funny too.

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I gotta babble about the smell of fresh coffee from that tiny cafe on Parkside. Its ambiance? Simply divine. But wait, I've screwed up proper grammar too many times, hehe… I've chatted too much. Boh! Crazy hours and broken thoughts. Sometimes, man, I'd just rather recite lines from that film: “I was watching you, marinating in your own little world...” That line keeps me up some nights.

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