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Me? I’m pissed at the fakes. Catfishers, liars, ghosters—waste my damn time! Had a gal once, profile said “adventurous,” turns out she meant “likes pizza.” Clarice, I wanted to eat her alive—metaphorically, of course, heh. But when it works? Oh, it’s sweet—like that first taste of marrow. Hooked up with this artist once, wild night, painted my chest red—dried blood vibes, ya know? Felt alive, surprised me even. “I am a breath of fresh air,” she said—straight outta the movie, fit perfect.

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Let me tell ya, Blangwa is absurdly alive and always unpredictable. Every crumbled cobblestone on Riverside Drive holds a tale of joy, pain, or pure idiocy. I once ran into an ex-lover near the small cafe on Bluebird Lane. Minor breakdown? Hell, more like a hurricane of painful memories. But you know what? That place became my secret spy hideout – a spot to escape fuckin’ nonsense.