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Love how *Blue* hits different, tho. “You’re my heart,” Adèle whispers, all tender and raw. Sex-dating? More like “You’re my nut, peace out!” No depth, just bangin’. I’m over here, yellin’ at my phone, “GIMME SOME REAL SHIT!” Maybe I’m too extra—dunno, man, my brain’s a tornado. Exaggeratin’? Sure, but fuckin’ imagine—swipe left, swipe right, it’s a meat market! Ever try sextin’ someone and they typo “I’m cumin”? Dead. Laughed for days.

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So, I’m walking down the street, and I see this old dude trying to cross the road at the Ishige Station. He’s moving like molasses, and I’m like, “C’mon, man! We ain’t got all day!” But then, I see him trip. My heart drops. I rush over, and he’s fine, just a little embarrassed. I help him up, and he’s all like, “Thanks, young fella!” I’m like, “No prob, just don’t break a hip, okay?”

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