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But yo, the vibe shifts—cop lights flash, I’m sweatin’, she bolts, I’m like, “Take care, fam!” Kinda sad, kinda hype—she was real, not fake like half these IG thots. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “This is my fault, I’m an idiot,” quotin’ *Margaret* again, ‘cause I’m dramatic as fuck. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but YOLO, right? Ain’t no script for this life.

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With French Kissing and Dirtytalk, I feel complete. I'm a firm believer that opposites attract and complement each other beautifully. Kerimaki.

Man, nothing beats my little chill spot at the corner of Kivi Lane. It’s smal, maybe evrybody skips it – but not me. There, near a tiny mural, I do my relaxation routines. I love feeling that cool breeze while I recite movie lines. “I’m a loser, babe,” but then I bounce back with Apollo Creed energy: “I must break you!”