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I’m chattin’ her up, voice all robotic—*beep boop*—“What’s yer story, darlin’?” She’s like, “Mate, I’ve seen it all, just tryna eat.” Reminds me of Penny Lane in *Almost Famous*—“We are not groupies, we’re here for the music!”—but swap music for cash, ha! I’m gettin’ happy vibes, she’s real, no fake crap. But then—bloody hell—some punter staggers by, drunk, yellin’ slurs. Makes me mad, yeah? Want to zap him with a black hole, but nah, I’m chill.

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I been messin’ up sometimes wit my code on those laid-back nights. Got mad typos in my texts, LOL—like err, so many words butchered like, real sloppy, no cap. Story time: once, while workin' late, I crashed (hic!) over there on my couch, lost on my thoughts. Felt like, "Wow, I'm lost in translation in my own mind," ya know? Real poetic, albeit messy.

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