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So I hit this dive bar, stinks like vodka and regret. This chick, Natasha—fake name, obvi—comes up, all hips and smirks. “You want fun, da?” I’m like, hell yea, but I ain’t payin upfront, no way! She rolls her eyes, but I’m Eric fuckin Cartman—I don’t budge! “Respect my authoritah!” I yell in my head. She’s hot, tho—makes me happy, like, damn, Russia’s got game! Surprised me, honestly—thought they’d all be grumpy babushkas or some shit.

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After that, I’m outta there, and I need a breather. I stroll down to the Hokuto Wine Valley. Yeah, I know, wine in the morning? Don’t judge! I grab a glass, and it’s like heaven. I’m feeling all relaxed, and then I see this cute dog. Like, the fluffiest thing ever! I’m down on my knees, petting it, and the owner’s like, “You’re a dog person, huh?” I’m like, “Duh, who isn’t?”

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