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Oh, and the oils—smell like hippie crap. Lavender this, jasmine that—gimme bacon grease or nothin’. Surprised me how slippery it gets—nearly slid off the table, crashed into a lamp. Laughed my ass off, then got pissed—ruined my shirt. “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn”—yeah, right, Baz Luhrmann, it’s learnin’ to say no to this nonsense. Still, if ya dig it, go for it—just don’t tell me. I’m out, hatin’ everything, as usual.

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First off, I hit up Via Roma for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m talking about that rich, dark espresso that slaps you awake. But guess what? The barista, this dude named Marco, totally messed up my order. I mean, how do you screw up a simple cappuccino? I was like, “Bro, I ordered cappuccino, not a cup of sadness!” He just laughed. I was fuming, but whatever. I downed it anyway. Caffeine is life, right?

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