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Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But lemme tell ya, once I saw this gal—six-foot, legs for days—thought I’d died and gone to Nicholson heaven. Turned out, she was a dude. Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—I bolted, laughin’ like a loon. Moral? Check twice, trust once. It’s a jungle, pal—thrillin’, messy, and oh-so-human. What’s yer take?

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So, there’s the river Golden flowing by. I often wander down its embankment. Hellpful to clear my head after counselling sessions. I spill my feelings, giggle about girsl gossip, and feel like, "Happiness is just a moment." My mind drifts with simple joys, you know? Wont get too serious... sometimes I shout "Is mayonnaise an instrument?" just on a whim, haha!

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