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I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ mead, thinkin’—sex-dating’s a game I’d ace. I’d charm ‘em, smirkin’, “I’m a god, you’ll kneel eventually.” But nah, humans fuck it up—ghostin’ after a shag, or worse, catchin’ feelings. Annoys me to death—pick a lane, ya twats! Happy tho, when it works—two souls crashin’, raw like Ennis and Jack on that mountain. “Ain’t no reins on this one,” eh? Pure fire, that’s the good shit.

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Jeg jobbet frivillig i second-hand butikken, hvor man hadde ansvar for hverdagslig drift av butikk, prising av klær og kundeservice.

Honestly, Auby is not just lines on a map. Its streets, parks, and quirky corners remind me – life’s a script, sometimes unscripted, like a Holy Motors scene: "Tomorrow, I'm a different me." And yeah, I might sound messy. But hey, tech doesn't need perfection – it just needs sparks.

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