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So, picture this—me, Jack, cruisin downtown, lookin for action. Not some fancy algorithm shit like Zuckerberg, nah, just gut instinct. I see this chick, fishnets, smokin a cig—bam, instant vibe check. “I’m in!” I mutter, like I’m hackin into Harvard’s network. But here’s the kicker—ya gotta know the streets, man! Little known fact: back in the 80s, cops used to bust hookers with Polaroids—snap, caught red-handed! Ain’t that a riot? Makes me laugh, thinkin bout it—technology’s always screwin somebody!

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But then, the real drama hit. We were practicing our moves, and I saw this bull in the distance. It was just chillin’, but I swear, it looked at me like it was plotting something. I was like, “Dude, don’t even think about it!” But then, my buddy Hiro got too close, and the bull charged! I freaked out! I mean, I’m a banderillero, but I’m not ready for a bull to come at me like that!

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