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What got me mad? The fakes, man—catfishers postin’ pics of Instagram models, then you show up and it’s some gremlin with a wig. Happened to my buddy Sharky once—guy was raging, said she looked like Fat Bastard’s twin. I’m cacklin’ just thinkin’ bout it. Me, I’m careful—cross-check pics, Google lens that sh*t. Pro tip: real ones don’t blur their tats—too proud of ‘em. Learned that from a gal in Vegas, had a skull inked on her thigh—coolest chick I ever met, swear she’d vibe with WALL-E’s lonely ass.

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After that, I strolled down to the De Meern shopping center. Man, it was packed! Like, I thought I was at a concert or something. I’m weaving through the crowd, trying to avoid bumping into people. And then, BAM! I see this cute dog. I’m talking about a fluffy golden retriever. I’m like, “Aww, look at that cutie!” But then, the owner yanks the leash, and the dog almost takes me out. I’m like, “Chill, dude! I just wanna pet your dog!”

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