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Picture this: me, floatin above a sketchy alley. Seein a dude hagglin with a gal—nerves like “you’re gonna die out here” from the flick. She’s probly thinkin, “this guy’s a dud,” but cash is cash. Funniest shit? Some johns get scammed—pay up, get nada! Hella karma, bro. Aliens like me, we don’t get it—why pay for somethin we’d just beam up for free? Ha!

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First thing, I step outside, and boom! The smell of fresh bread from the bakery on the corner hits me. You know that smell? Like heaven mixed with carbs? I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be good.” But then, I see my neighbor, old Mrs. O’Reilly, and she’s out there yellin’ at her cat. Like, c’mon, lady, it’s a cat! It don’t care about your drama.

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