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I get all giddy when it works out, though. Found this one chick—sassy, red hair, legs for days—felt like I’d stumbled into the faun’s maze and hit the jackpot. “Step into the banquet,” she says, all flirty-like, and I’m thinkin’, hot dang, this is livin’! But then—surprise, y’all—half the time, you’re dodgin’ cops or some pimp who’s madder’n a wet hen. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Keeps ya on yer toes, I reckon.

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After work, I decided to take a stroll along the beach at Pantai Ende. The sunset was unreal. The sky was painted in shades of orange and pink. I felt all my stress just melt away. I sat on the sand, watching the waves crash. It was peaceful. But then, I saw a kid flying a kite, and it got stuck in a tree. I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Dude, that’s not how kites work!”

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