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So I’m stewin’, right? Angry as hell—why’s this gotta be so complicated? Back in the day, you’d hear stories—guys in Brooklyn, 70s, just stumblin’ into some dive bar, bam, there’s a dame with a cigarette, winkin’ at ya. Now? Now it’s all encrypted chats and “discreet encounters”—what am I, a spy? I’m not cut out for this! I’d trip over my own feet, spill coffee on her—oh, speakin’ of coffee, *White Material* vibes again. “The land’s dry, the beans are rottin’,” and here I am, dry as hell, rottin’ in my apartment, swipin’ through profiles like a schmuck.

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Anyways, Once Nanao, and her father along with the maid and butler arrived to the castle of Yuasa, they're greeted by the escort. +. The balls was amazing as to.

But then, I tripped on a rock. Classic me, right? I fell, and my phone went flying. I thought I broke it! But nah, just a scratch. Phew! I sat there for a sec, catching my breath, and just laughed. Like, what a day, right?

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