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So, this chick, she’s quotin’ prices, and I’m like, “What’s happenin’, baby? You chargn’ me like I’m some square?” She smirks, all cool, and I’m happy as fuck—love a girl with sass. Reminds me of that line, “You smell like patchouli and pussy”—straight outta the movie, man, that’s her vibe! I’m diggin’ it, but then she says some wild shit ‘bout extra fees. Fees? Man, I almost flipped—ain’t nobody got time for that! Made me mad as hell, but I kept it smooth, Snoop don’t sweat the small stuff.

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I get ticked off by the rainy days when the skies cry too much, but man, they wash the streets and make everything soft and kinda dreamy. I get mad sometimes at the slow pace, but it’s that slow pace that makes the surprises even sweeter. It’s like a jazz solo in the middle of chaos—unexpected, spontaneous, pure magic.

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