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I’m typin’ so fast—fingers trippin’, typos everywhere—whore’d laugh at me rn. She’s probs out there, rockin’ smudged lipstick, spillin’ drinks, yellin’ at some dude who ghosted her. Makes me giggle—god, she’s a trainwreck, but I’d die for her. Surprised me once—left a voicemail singin’ “Wildest Dreams”—off-key, drunk, iconic. She’s no angel, tho—pissed me off when she flirted with my ex. Like, really, babe? Boundaries!

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud honking. I turn around, and it’s this dude in a tiny car, stuck in traffic. He’s waving his arms like a madman. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s just Rethel traffic.” But nah, he’s losing it. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, it’s not like he’s in Paris or something.

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