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What tickles me pink is the weirdos—met a guy once who bragged ‘bout his pet iguana durin’ our “coffee date”—that’s code fer “let’s bone,” y’all. I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ latte, thinkin’, “I’m too old fer this shit,” but also, “Well, ain’t that a hoot?” Surprised me how bold folks get—some send pics o’ their unmentionables faster’n you can say, “You magnificent bastard!” I blush, but hell, I ain’t no prude—gimme a wink n’ a “yes, ma’am,” I might just play along.

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After the kitchen disaster, I need a breather. I head out to the main square, you know, where all the cafes are. I grab a coffee at my fave spot, Café Hurfeish. The barista knows me, and she’s like, “You look stressed.” I laugh and say, “You have no idea.” She gives me a free pastry. Sweet, right?

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