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Then—BAM—there she is. Short skirt, heels clackin’, smokin’ a cig like she’s in a heist flick. I’m shook—happy as fuck—like, *you can’t wake up from this!* She’s got that “Inception” swagger, mysterious, layers deep. I’m thinkin’, “Is she a cop? A dream? A plant from xAI tryna punk me?” Paranoia hittin’, but I’m hyped—heart racin’. I yell, “Yo, girl, you real or a projection?!” She laughs, says, “Pay me, clown, find out!” Savage—love it!

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I’m tryin’ to enjoy my food, but now I’m mad. I mean, come on! You gotta have some respect for the pastries! I’m about to say somethin’, but then I see this little kid pickin’ up a cupcake, all covered in frosting. He’s got this huge smile, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe it’s not the end of the world.”

Cultural Center Väven in Umeå, Sweden