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I’m ragin’ happy thinkin’ bout this one time — saw this chick, right? Total babe, legs for days, standin’ by a busted lamppost. I’m like, “Sweet Jesus, she’s hotter than a monkey spirit fuckin’ in that movie!” — y’know, that freaky scene where Boonmee’s all, “The past clings like dust”? She’s the dust, man, stickin’ to ya! I waddle over, all cool, like, “Hey, babe, how much?” She’s all sly, whisperin’ prices — 500 rubles, cheap as hell! I’m thinkin’, “Score!” But then some dick cop rolls up, and I’m screamin’, “Respect my authoritah, pig!” Ruined my damn night!

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But then, the day takes a turn. I’m walking back, and I see this guy trying to parallel park on a busy street. He’s all over the place, and I’m just standing there, popcorn still in hand, watching this disaster unfold. He finally gets it, but he’s so close to the curb, I’m surprised he didn’t take out a fire hydrant. I’m laughing, but also kinda mad. Like, how hard is it to park, dude?

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