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What bugs me? The fakeness. She’s moanin’ like a porn star, and I’m thinkin’, “You’re no Margot, sweetie.” Everybody lies, even in the sack. Exaggeratin’ for tips—pathetic. I limp off, mutterin’, “This is not a drill,” like Royal yellin’ at the fire. Total chaos, but I’m alive, smirkin’. Findin’ a prostitute? Easy. Trustin’ ‘em? That’s the limp I can’t shake.

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Finally, I get to the beach. The waves are crashing, and I’m feeling a bit better. I plop down on the sand, and guess what? A seagull swoops down and steals my sandwich! I mean, really? I’m just trying to enjoy my lunch, and this feathered thief decides to make me his lunch. I’m yelling, “Hey! That’s mine!” But he’s just flying away like he owns the place.

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