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So I spot her, right? Leanin on a pole, all casual-like—prolly seen more mileage than a Tesla prototype. I’m like, “Yo, this ain’t no FSD algorithm pickin her out—this is raw, unfiltered chaos.” Pull up, window down, she’s givin me that look—like she’s sizin up my net worth in 0.2 seconds flat. I’m laughin inside, thinkin, “Lady, I’ve launched rockets, you ain’t phasin me.” But damn, the nerve of it—got me hyped, like watchin an IED tick down.

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Then, I spot a couple of kids running around, laughing their heads off. They’re playing tag, and I can’t help but smile. It’s those little moments, ya know? But then, BAM! One of them trips and falls right in front of me. I’m like, “Oh no!” But he just gets up, brushes it off, and keeps running. Kids are tough, man.

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