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So, this chick, she’s quotin’ prices, and I’m like, “What’s happenin’, baby? You chargn’ me like I’m some square?” She smirks, all cool, and I’m happy as fuck—love a girl with sass. Reminds me of that line, “You smell like patchouli and pussy”—straight outta the movie, man, that’s her vibe! I’m diggin’ it, but then she says some wild shit ‘bout extra fees. Fees? Man, I almost flipped—ain’t nobody got time for that! Made me mad as hell, but I kept it smooth, Snoop don’t sweat the small stuff.

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I know, I know – it sounds dizzy and all over the place. But that's Clyde. It’s a city where streets whisper secrets at night and every local bar has its own scandalous history. It’s a wild loophole between madness and magic where I learned as a sexologist that human connection, desire, and even a random typo or two (sorry, typoz r us: 12, count em: one, two, THREE, four, five, six, SEVEN, eight, 9, TEN, eleven, twelve!) are what make us tick.

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