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One time, this chick ghosts me mid-chat—pissed me off! I’m like, “What am I, chopped liver?” Textin’ her, “Yo, where ya at?” Nothin’. Felt like Gusteau’s ghost, ignored and shit. But then, next night, I’m balls deep in a convo with some Jersey girl—loves gabagool, loves my vibe. We meet up, and it’s like, “This is the spark, baby!” Like Remy mixin’ spices—fuckin’ magic! Hooked up in her car, steamy as hell—thought I’d die happy right there.

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Down near the railway station, there’s a quirky little café – Café du Coin. Boozy brews and hearty laughs all around. Everybody knos’ each other. I had a spill—and lost mny wallet there, silly me! Crazy, right? But it’s a rite of passage. We all scars here, friend.

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