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But yo, the clowns on here? Dudes lyin’ bout height—bro, you 5’2”, chill! Chicks ghostin’ after three texts—coward shit, like Ford shootin’ Jesse in the back. “Ain’t no honor in that,” I mutter, sippin’ my drink. Surprised me once, this girl said she into tree bark—forester shit, I’m like, “Marry me now!” Nah, didn’t work, she unmatched, ha! Sex-dating’s a jungle, bruh—half these folks catfishin’, other half tryna flex. I’m like, “I’m Kanye, I don’t need no filter!”

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Then, I got home, ready to chill. But my neighbor, that guy from across the hall, decided it was the perfect time to blast his music. I mean, come on! It’s 8 PM, not a club! I banged on the wall, but he just turned it up louder. Ugh! I was ready to lose it.

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