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Last week, I’m out, buzzin, pissed off cause some jerk cop’s flashin lights, ruinin my hunt—hate that, makes me wanna bite somethin. Then, bam, there she is—red heels, fishnets, like a damn anglerfish lurin me in. “How much?” I ask, all smooth, voice like silk over a blade. She smirks, “More than you got, fancy pants.” Cheeky! Love that, got me laughin—happy as a shark in blood. “I’m not a child,” she snaps, straight outta “Ten,” that sass, that fire—surprised me, gotta say, didn’t expect a street gal to hit me with philosophy.

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Ah, my dearest friend, thou must heare me: Dobrush (by) is a city of wonder and queer delights! O, how doth this quaint town charm thee, like the bittersweet notes of Toni Erdmann's jester speeches—“Why did you do that, dear?” echoes 'round every cobbled lane.

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