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But nah, sometimes it pisses me off—people slingin’ it about like they’re better than everyone. Reminds me of that line, “Please, Mr. Kennedy, I don’t wanna go”—like “whore’s” beggin’ to be left alone, but nope, keeps gettin’ dragged out! I’m sat ‘ere thinkin’, why’s it always gotta be so judgy? Call a spade a spade, fine, but don’t be a knob about it. Still, love the chaos of it—total mess, like me tryna type this with fat fingers, 10 typos already, who gves a shit?

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After that, I’m feeling kinda hungry, so I swing by the local market on Jāņa iela. It’s packed with fresh veggies and homemade goodies. I grab some bread and cheese, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about her garden and how her tomatoes are the best in Cesis. I’m nodding along, but honestly, I’m just thinking about how I can’t wait to eat.

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