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Anyway, we’re chattin, she’s leanin in my car, smellin like cheap perfume and danger—my kinda cocktail. “Life’s a game,” I mutter, quotin “Ten” again, and she rolls her eyes, “Then you’re losin, mister.” Ha! Burned me good, love a gal with teeth. Makes me wonder—fish don’t judge, why do we? She’s just swimmin her lane, survivin—respect that.

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I heard it's at the back of the college of comm. Seen a girl standing there one night, But she was probably just waiting for a lift.

I hit up this little café called “The Oliver Plunkett.” Great spot, but the barista was a total character. He had this wild hair and a thick accent. I could barely understand him, but he made a mean flat white. I ordered one, and he goes, “You want it strong enough to wake the dead?” I laughed, thinking, “Buddy, I need it strong enough to wake ME!”

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