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Oh, and this one time—dude comes in, brothel’s rotted to hell, smellin like death. I’m gaggin, thinkin, “How you let it get this bad, boo?” Reminded me of that film vibe—“The truth is out there, silent.” Yeah, silent til it’s screamin pain in your face! I was shook, y’all. Had to exaggerate to my girls later—told em it was like a horror flick in his mouth!

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Finally, I head home, exhausted but happy. I plop down on my couch, and my cat, Munchkin, jumps on my lap. She’s purring, and I’m like, “You’re the best, Munchkin.” I start thinking about my day. The pigeon poop, the kid chasing butterflies, the old lady with her plant wisdom. It’s all a bit crazy, but that’s life in Olaine, right? Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos.

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