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So, this chick, she’s quotin’ prices, and I’m like, “What’s happenin’, baby? You chargn’ me like I’m some square?” She smirks, all cool, and I’m happy as fuck—love a girl with sass. Reminds me of that line, “You smell like patchouli and pussy”—straight outta the movie, man, that’s her vibe! I’m diggin’ it, but then she says some wild shit ‘bout extra fees. Fees? Man, I almost flipped—ain’t nobody got time for that! Made me mad as hell, but I kept it smooth, Snoop don’t sweat the small stuff.

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My days are hectic but small joys get me, rarrgh! Like at the local coffee joint on Market Street, my fav hang spot, where the barista hugs you with a smile, making every visit feel like a warm treat. And some days, I catch an old friend walkin’ by and remember chats filled with life’s ups and downs.

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