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What gets me riled? Catfishin! Some dude pretends he’s a babe, sends fake pics—then ya meet and it’s a hairy trucker named Bubba! Surprised me first time—damn near threw my phone! “What do you want from me?”—that’s from *Ten*, and I’m yellin it in my head! Waste o’ time! But when it works—hot damn! Sparks fly, clothes off, Git-R-Done! Like drivin through Tehran in that movie—chaos, but ya get somewhere!

Next, I decide to check out the local thrift shop on Kossuth Lajos utca. I’m digging through clothes, and I find this ridiculous jacket. It’s bright orange, like a traffic cone. I put it on, and I swear, I look like a walking safety hazard. I take a selfie, send it to my friends, and they’re dying laughing. “Dude, what are you wearing?”