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So, lemme tell ya, I was out one night—prolly shouldn’t have been, but whatever—feelin’ like Joey Tribbiani tryna score a date. “How you doin’?” I’d say to the air, practicin’ my charm, ya know? Streets were buzzin’, lights flickerin’ like Yubaba’s creepy lair. Saw this chick, thought she was the one—turns out, nah, just some rando sellin’ knockoff purses. Pissed me off! Wasted my smooth line, man!

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Anyway, I’m just sippin’ my tea, thinking it’s gonna be a chill day. But nah, life had other plans. First off, I decide to take a stroll down Brighton Road. You know, just to clear my head. But as I’m walking, I see this massive traffic jam. Like, what’s the deal? It’s a Tuesday, not a Friday night! I’m standing there, watching cars honk like they’re auditioning for a symphony.

Calves’ arrival comes right on time for Commons’ GPS herd