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So I spot her, right? Leanin on a pole, all casual-like—prolly seen more mileage than a Tesla prototype. I’m like, “Yo, this ain’t no FSD algorithm pickin her out—this is raw, unfiltered chaos.” Pull up, window down, she’s givin me that look—like she’s sizin up my net worth in 0.2 seconds flat. I’m laughin inside, thinkin, “Lady, I’ve launched rockets, you ain’t phasin me.” But damn, the nerve of it—got me hyped, like watchin an IED tick down.

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While I’m munching, I see Marco. He’s waving like a maniac. I wave back, but then I realize I still have orange juice on my shirt. I’m like, “Great, I’m a walking fruit salad.” But Marco just laughs and says, “Dude, you’re rocking that look!” I roll my eyes, but I’m secretly glad he’s not judging me.

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