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Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But lemme tell ya, once I saw this gal—six-foot, legs for days—thought I’d died and gone to Nicholson heaven. Turned out, she was a dude. Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—I bolted, laughin’ like a loon. Moral? Check twice, trust once. It’s a jungle, pal—thrillin’, messy, and oh-so-human. What’s yer take?

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So, I’m stuck, right? I’m tapping my fingers on the steering wheel, listening to some old-school J-Pop. Suddenly, I see this dude on a bike zooming past. I’m like, “Bro, where’s your helmet?” But he just grins and speeds off. I’m thinking, “Must be nice to be carefree.”

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