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Ever try it? Nah, not me—curious, tho. Slow down, Larry, don’t judge yet. X posts say it’s everywhere—guys braggin’, girls postin’ pics. Links to sites, shady as hell—clicked one, got a virus, pissed me off! Little story—buddy o’ mine, dumbass, met one in Vegas. Said she sang Sinatra while—well, ya know. “Strangers in the night,” he’s moanin’—hilarious! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—funny as shit.

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Finally living in what I consider the hip place at the moment in Lisbon: Anjos, an area where people from all over the world, students.

First stop, the farm. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” But nah, life had other plans. I get there, and the sheep are all riled up. Like, what’s their deal? They’re bleatin’ like they just heard the worst news ever. I’m tryin’ to calm ‘em down, but they’re not havin’ it. I swear, they’re lookin’ at me like I’m the villain in their story.

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