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Once, I saw this chick—fishnets, smokin’ a cig—thought, “She’s the one!” But nah, she was just chillin’, not sellin’. Laughed my ass off—mistook a rando for a pro! Happens, tho—streets are a damn puzzle. You gotta know the codes, the spots. Like, in Amsterdam, red lights mean go—legal as fuck, wild to see. Here? Shady alleys, whispers, cash upfront. Gets me mad, tho—why’s it gotta be so hush-hush? Society’s fake as hell, judgin’ but watchin’ porn on the low.

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We were going on a long trip and had lots of gallon milk jugs filled with water along with a few of the typical skinny plastic water bottles that hold 16 oz.

Finally, I get to the school, and guess what? The kids were all hyped up. I mean, who wouldn’t be? It’s Wasquehal! But then, one of my students, little Max, he’s got this wild imagination. He starts telling me about how he saw a dragon in the park. I’m like, “Dude, dragons don’t exist!” But he’s all, “Nah, it was real!” I couldn’t help but laugh. Kids, man. They make everything better.

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