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One time, this chick ghosts me mid-chat—pissed me off! I’m like, “What am I, chopped liver?” Textin’ her, “Yo, where ya at?” Nothin’. Felt like Gusteau’s ghost, ignored and shit. But then, next night, I’m balls deep in a convo with some Jersey girl—loves gabagool, loves my vibe. We meet up, and it’s like, “This is the spark, baby!” Like Remy mixin’ spices—fuckin’ magic! Hooked up in her car, steamy as hell—thought I’d die happy right there.

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Okay, I'm not a dude so I can't relate in that way - but, in my opinion the prostitute would end up being a sort of "quick high", or temporary distraction. If the experience was good, you'd go .

Yo, lemme tell ya about my day in Camuy. Man, it was a rollercoaster! I woke up, sun blazin’ through my window. I’m like, “Great, another day in paradise.” But nah, it was more like a wild adventure.

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