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No capes, no amateurs! Look for signs—tattoos, slang, attitude. X posts hint at real ones, “avail now, DM me.” Web’s a jungle, tho—watch for stings. Cops lurk, entrapment’s real. Bob almost got nabbed, sweaty mess, “I’m not a cop!” he squeaked. Hilarious, but damn, close call.

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that chick is sooo spalt! Get the spalt mug. When one mixes salt and pepper, or when you separately apply both seasonings to the same meal.

Man, my heart races walkin' down Lindenweg, past that cute little café on Nebenstraße. Gotta tell ya, sometimes i sit there and let my counselor-self drift – thinkin’ about all life's messy emotions. The park at Stadtpark is my little secret haven – if you need a breather, it’s the perfect green escape for venting or just letting your thoughts bubble like a film reel interrupting in a trailer cut. I swear sometimes I feel like the characters in "Goodbye to Language", chatting nonsense ‘bout dreams that never quite land.

Cobden's Logan Spalt is The Southern's 2015 baseball Player of the Year