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Favorite part? The chase, man—gets the blood pumpin’! Worst? Flakes—ghost ya faster’n you can say “Malarkey!” Once texted a guy—yeah, I swing both ways, sue me—thought he’s cool, then nada. Felt like Llewelyn Moss, runnin’ from somethin’ invisible. Pissed me off, but whatever—next!

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So, we’re sitting there, and Pierre starts telling me about this crazy hike he did up Mont Charvin. I’m like, “Dude, you’re nuts! I can barely walk up the stairs!” But he’s all fired up, talking about the views and the fresh air. I’m getting jealous, but also thinking, “Nah, I’ll stick to my couch.”

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