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Real talk, tho—met this one chick, vibe was pure, no cap. We chopped it up, hit a spot, and damn, sparks flew like Jesse’s last stand. “The air was thick with somethin’,” like the movie says—tension, lust, all that. Didn’t end in no assassination, tho—happy ending, ya dig? Still, sex-dating fucks with ya head—am I a king or a mark? Exaggeratin’ for drama, I’m thinkin’ every date’s a heist. “Who’s pullin’ the trigger?” I laugh, paranoid as shit.

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After the meeting, I’m outside, and I bump into my friend Maria. She’s got this cute little café on 1is Iouliou Street. I’m like, “I need coffee. Like, NOW.” She hands me a cappuccino, and it’s like magic. I’m feeling a bit better, but then I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me again.

Bishop of Efkarpia fell asleep in the Lord - Funeral service to be held on Thursday in Patras (upd)