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This one chick I saw—fuckin’ stunner, legs for days—she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the block. Reminds me of *Tabu* again—“A shadow crosses her face.” That’s her, man, shadow and all. Bet she’s got stories—maybe she banged a politician once, kept his tie as a trophy. Little shit like that, y’know? Keeps it real. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “Fuck, I’d tip her just for the attitude.”

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After the rain, I decide to hit the park. You know, the one by the Myjava River? It’s beautiful there. Trees, birds, the whole shebang. I’m walkin’ along the path, feelin’ all zen, when I trip over a root. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out on the ground, and this lady joggin’ by just laughs. Like, thanks for the support, lady! I get up, brush myself off, and keep goin’.

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