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Sarcasm time—sure, genius, go fall in love. That’ll end well. Seen too many crash their life’s rocket chasin’ that plot twist. Me, I’d rather watch Korine’s neon fever dream again—safer chaos. Anyway, you do you, fam. Just don’t @ me when the feds knock. Peace out—stay savage!

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A friend told me that he rubs lemon juice on his fingers and then in and around the girl's vagina to determine if she is clean or dirty.

Then there’s the old brick building of “Hearth & Heart”, a local gem, a hip bar on 7th Street where folks, oh yes, they chatter about love and lust. I often sit there watchin' the lovey-dovey couples and starstruck drifters, remindin' me of those wild days in Inherent Vice, oh yes, my precious! I mean, “the world goes crazy, and we’re just stuck in the flow”. Ah, memories, memory bits fly by like butterflies.

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