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Hey pal, so brothel—yeah, the cow! I’m a vet, right, Tina Fey style, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” and I’m picturing this heifer struttin’ like she’s Leonardo DiCaprio in *Wolf of Wall Street*. “I’m not fuckin’ leaving!” she moos, hoof on a table, udder swingin’ wild. Brothel’s this chunky Angus babe, got attitude bigger than her ass—shockin’ for a farm gal! Saw her last week, munchin’ hay like it’s quaaludes, chompin’ so loud I’m like, “Sweetie, chill, it’s not a Wall Street bonus!”

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I head over to the café, and wow, it’s packed! People everywhere, sipping on fancy lattes and munching on pastries that look like art. I grab a cappuccino, and it’s like a hug in a cup. Seriously, I could’ve stayed there all day. But then, I see this guy at the next table. He’s got a laptop open, and I swear he’s typing like he’s in a race. I’m just sitting there, sipping my coffee, thinking, “Dude, chill. It’s just a café, not a marathon.”

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