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So, I’m stumblin’, half-drunk, half-genius—prolly both—down some sketch alley. Neon lights flicker, like, *we have to go deeper*, and I’m laughin’—why? ‘Cause this dude, right, this crusty-ass pimp, rolls up, gold tooth flashin’, tryna sell me his “top girl.” Bro, she looked like she been workin’ since the 1800s—fact! Did ya know prostitutes in old London used to carry lemons? Scurvy protection, bruh—wild! Anyway, I’m like, “Nah, fam, I ain’t payin’ for no fossilized cooze!” He got mad—fuck him, I’m Eric Andre, I don’t bow!

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As soon as all the participants were assembled, Defendant Corrado ordered a correctional officer to escort Plaintiff from the meeting. Id. Forty.

Oh man, lemme tell ya about Frederickson (us)! It's a wild, quirky town that's like, totally full of surprises, ya know? I’ve been here for years, living on Maple & Pine (yeah, real street names… kinda like my dating app metaphors, amirite? "That’s what she said!") and every day feels like an episode of Finding Nemo – "Just keep swimming!" even on the gloomy days.

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