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So, I’m picturin this—some chick in Vegas, right? She’s got a neural net-level brain for readin people. Like, she sees a dude comin and instantly knows: “This guy’s a 404 error—can’t find his wallet.” Or maybe, “Jackpot, this one’s got Tesla stock vibes.” Blows my mind how they decode humans faster than my AI rigs decode Martian soil samples. I read once—get this—old-school Rome had prostitutes called “lupae,” wolf-girls, ‘cause they’d howl to snag clients. How’s that for a flex? Straight-up meme material—imagine ‘em on X, “Awooo, DMs open, bois!”

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and it’s this old lady who just dropped her bag of oranges. Oranges everywhere! I’m talkin’ a full-on orange explosion. I can’t help but laugh. She’s cursing in Greek, and it’s hilarious. I help her pick ‘em up, and she’s like, “You’re a good boy!” I’m like, “Yeah, just a swineherd, ma’am.”

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