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Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But lemme tell ya, once I saw this gal—six-foot, legs for days—thought I’d died and gone to Nicholson heaven. Turned out, she was a dude. Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—I bolted, laughin’ like a loon. Moral? Check twice, trust once. It’s a jungle, pal—thrillin’, messy, and oh-so-human. What’s yer take?

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I look up, and it’s like the sky just opened up. We scramble for cover, laughing like idiots, and I’m soaked. My hair’s a mess, and I’m pretty sure I look like a drowned rat.

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