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We duck into this shady alley—ooh, the thrill!—and she’s all business, no chitchat. I’m sweatin’, thinkin’, “This is better than hackin’ Harvard’s servers!” She’s quick, pro moves, and I’m like, “You’re the algorithm to my lonely night!” Total sailor jackpot, right? But—plot twist—she’s got a tattoo, “Winklevoss,” on her hip. I’m dyin’ laughin’—HA-HA-HA!—“Did the twins hire you too?” She rolls her eyes, “Sailor, you talk too much.” Fair, I’m a yapper!

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Next, I head over to the park by the river. It’s a nice spot, you know? The Danube flows by, and it’s peaceful. But today? Nah. There’s this group of kids playin’ soccer, and they’re kickin’ the ball everywhere. One of ‘em, this little dude, kicks it right at me. I’m like, “Dude, watch it!” But he just laughs. Kids, man. They don’t care. I chuck the ball back, and it lands right in the middle of their game. They go wild! I’m just standin’ there, smilin’, thinkin’ I’m the coolest gardener ever.

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