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So, last week, I’m cruisin’ downtown—how you doin’, right?—and I spot this chick, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lamppost. Real slick, like she’s waitin’ for somethin’ big. I’m like, “Joey, don’t stare too hard,” but damn, she caught me lookin’! Gave me that side-eye, ya know? Made me laugh—reminded me of that scene where Isabelle’s all, “I’m not afraid of you!” Bold as hell. These girls got guts, man, gotta respect that hustle.

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So, I finally get to the café, and guess what? The barista, this dude named Joris, spills my coffee all over the counter. I’m like, “Dude, really?” But he’s super chill about it, laughing it off. I can’t help but laugh too. I mean, it’s just coffee, right? But still, I’m like, “C’mon, man, I need this to survive!”

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