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Ain’t all rosy tho—some creepy fuckers roll in, think they own the joint. Makes my blood boil, motherfucker! Wanna plow my tractor right thru their smug faces. And the smell—stale beer, cheap perfume, ass—worse’n a barn in July. But funny shit too, like this one drunk bastard proposin’ to a hooker with a tractor tire ring—swear to God, funniest shit I ever saw!

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But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my lab partner, Sofia. She’s freaking out about some experiment gone wrong. Apparently, we mixed the wrong chemicals. I mean, how do you even do that? I was like, “Sofia, we’re biochemists, not mad scientists!” But I rushed back to the lab on Via Garibaldi.

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