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But lemme ask ya—slow now—ever laugh at it? The absurdity? Dudes hagglin’ like it’s a flea market? “Ten bucks less, c’mon!” Hilarious, man, but sad too. Gets me worked up—why’s society gotta shove ‘em underground? Pisses me off! I’m ramblin’, sure, but picture this—neon glow, her smirk, you’re nervous as hell. “The coffee’s growing cold,” like in the movie—time’s tickin’, pal.

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Finally, I make my way home, and I’m just reflecting on the day. It was a rollercoaster, man. From coffee to chaos, Besnate really knows how to keep you on your toes. I’m exhausted but happy. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. Maybe I’ll finally figure out how to dodge those pigeons!

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