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About Prague

So I’m chattin’ her up, right? She’s sassy, calls me “big dog,” and I’m dyin’ laughin’. “Dance with me,” I’d say, noddin’ to *Fish Tank*, but she’s like, “Cash first, mutt.” Fair, fair – I respect the hustle. Surprised me how chill she was, tho – thought she’d be all sketchy. Guess I’m just a goofy pup in over my head. Exaggeratin’ a lil, maybe, but dude, it felt like a movie scene – me, her, the streetlights buzzin’.

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Anyway I think the problem with Kravis is that their relationship started off super cute and has devolved into this bizarre, forced aesthetic. I.

Ugh, I might be rambling, but you get me. Kravare is a mix of mad energy and tender spots that, like, totally resonate with my psych philosophy – every crack in the sidewalk holds a story, every street corner is a stage for emotions. It’s not all smooth; there’s, like, some major edge too. But that’s what makes it so, like, super interesting.

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