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I wuz walkin’ down Bikini Bottom—well, not really, some shady street. Lookin’ for a gal, y’know, to chat with. Not like SpongeBob’s jellyfish hunt, nah, this wuz serious biz! I’m thinkin’, “Is mayonnaise an instrument?” ‘Cause I’m dumb, right? But then—BOOM—there she wuz! Standin’ by a lamppost, smokin’ a cig. Real classy, like in old movies, but dirtier.

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First stop? The konbini. Gotta grab my morning coffee, right? I’m sprinting down the street, dodging old folks and their slow-walking ways. Seriously, how do they move so slow? Anyway, I finally get to the FamilyMart, and guess what? They’re outta my fave iced coffee. Ugh! I was like, “Are you kidding me?” So, I settled for some random energy drink. Not the same, but whatever.

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