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So, I’m cruisin’, tires screechin’, lookin’ for a spot where the ladies hang. Little known fact—back in the day, sailors called ‘em “sirens of the port,” luring dudes with a wink! I’m like, “Fancy a quick ride, lass?”—all pirate-y, SpongeBob style! Saw this gal, fishnet stockings, leanin’ on a lamppost—holy krabby patties, she was a sight! Made me happy, like fixin’ a busted engine on the first try. But then—BOOM—some jerk cuts me off, nearly sideswipes me! Got me ragin’, yellin’, “You can’t bomb me out!”—straight outta the movie, felt so badass.

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So, I get back to work, and I’m pumped. I’m hammerin’ away, and then I hear this loud crash outside. I rush out, and there’s this guy, totally wiped out on his bike. He’s layin’ there, lookin’ dazed, and I’m like, “Dude, you good?” He just laughs and says, “Yeah, just testing gravity!” I can’t help but roll my eyes. Only in Siatista, right?

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