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So, picture this—I’m cruisin’, *Inherent Vice* style, fog rollin’ in, lookin’ for a gal. “What’s the deal, baby?” I’d say, tryna sound cool. She’d probly laugh—Kermit ain’t exactly a stud. Maybe she’d quote Doc: “This is some heavy shit!” and I’d croak, “Yeah, far out!” Total trip, man. Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d prolly faint if she winked—too much for this frog! You ever tried it? Spill the beans, pal—don’t leave me hangin’! Hi-ho!

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Then, I decided to stroll by the park on de Heuvel. It’s such a chill spot. Kids were playing, dogs were running around, and I was just vibing. But then, outta nowhere, this kid starts crying. I mean, full-on meltdown. Turns out, he lost his ice cream. I felt for the little dude. Ice cream is life! So, I bought him a new one. Yeah, I’m a softie like that.

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