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Sometimes it’s dope, tho. Buddy of mine—hooked up, no strings. Said it was like fixin’ a radio—tune it, bang, clear signal. Made me happy, hearin’ that. But then—ugh—catfishers. Liars! Had a date once, total scam. Profile said “hot rebel,” got a weirdo in flip-flops. “World’s a replica,” Kaufman’d say. Fake-ass sex-dating world, yo.

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Then, outta nowhere, this guy starts crying. Like, full-on sobbing. I’m trying to keep it together while signing, but my heart’s breaking. I mean, Saint-Tronc can be tough, and this guy’s story hits hard. I’m thinking, “Why can’t we just have a chill day?” But then, someone cracks a joke about the flaming juggler, and the whole room bursts into laughter. It’s like a wave of relief. I’m laughing too, even though I’m supposed to be serious.

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