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Last week, I’m out, right, and this chick—legs for days—saunters up. “Need a date, hon?” she purrs. I’m like, “Heh, doll, I’m the date!” Made me happy as a clown in a circus—pure gold! But then—ugh—some creep cop rolls by, and she bolts. Pissed me off! Why’s the law gotta ruin my fun? Reminds me of that movie tension—“You’re wasting time!”—and I’m standin’ there, laughin’ at the absurdity.

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I was once walkin down near the Strathpine Plaza, and the hustle got me like, “You’re the creator of your own damn destiny, I pity the fool who doesn’t see it!” The Plaza is a quirky mix of old brick and modern vibes. And oh man, there's this lil' cafe on Church St. that’s my secret haunt. Nothing beats a fresh cuppa joe, amirite?

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