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She sits dere, smokin’, legs crossed, tellin’ me, “Meet me at da Montauk, big guy.” I laugh—ha! Like in da movie, ya? She’s playin’ me, but I’m hooked. Her eyes, dey sparkle, but dere’s pain, too—like Clementine, ya know? “Blessed are da forgetful,” I whisper, thinkin’ she forgets da jerks she meets. Dat’s her power, man! She don’t let it break her. I’m shocked, honest—how she keeps goin’, day after damn day.

Praise from other users

I’m munching on strawberries, feeling good, when I bump into my old buddy, Kuba. We start chatting, and he tells me about this new place opening up on ul. Słowiańska. Apparently, it’s a bar with craft beers. I’m like, “Dude, count me in!” But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and snatches a strawberry right outta my hand! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?” Kuba’s dying laughing. I’m just mad now.

Youthful gusto suits “Midsummer Night’s Dream”