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So, I was pissed once. This dude – total scam artist – said, “Bro, she’s legit.” Nope! Took my cash, ghosted me. Felt like Béla Tarr directed that shit – endless, bleak, horse plodding nowhere. “We’ve stopped believing,” like the movie says. But then – bam – found this chick, real deal. Happy as hell! She was chill, no fake crap. Little known fact: some work alleys near old theaters. Weird, right? History’s ghosts watchin’ you.

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But then, things got real. This guy, I swear he was like 7 feet tall, comes up to me. He’s got a scowl that could scare a lion. He’s all, “I’m getting in, man.” I’m like, “Nah, not tonight, buddy.” He starts yelling, and I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” But then, his buddy steps in, and they start arguing. I’m just standing there, watching this drama unfold like it’s a soap opera.

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