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I’m strollin, boots clickin, thinkin—where’s the talent at? Then bam—this bird struts up, all sass, skirt shorter than a dwarf’s temper. “You lost, luv?” she goes, smirkin like she knows I’m a sucker for trouble. “Ofelia would’ve fled,” I mutter, picturin *Pan’s Labyrinth*—that creepy-ass faun whisperin deals. But me? I’m in, mate—glorious purpose an’ all. She’s quotin prices like it’s a bloody auction—50 quid for this, 80 for that. I’m like, “Lass, I’m a god, not a bank!” Made me ragey, but also—damn, she’s bold, gotta respect the hustle.

Brunettes Tsukuba

So, I’m waiting in line, and this dude in front of me spills his drink all over the counter. I’m like, “Bro, what are you doing?” He just laughs it off. I’m standing there, trying not to lose my mind. I mean, I’m a potter, not a janitor! But whatever, I finally get my latte, and it’s glorious.

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