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Once, dis cop rolled up, she bolted—fast! “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I hissed at da pig. Love dat she outran him, sneaky minx. Oh, an da smell—perfume and sweat, hits ya hard. Reminds me, “There’s no escape,” like in da movie—trapped, but she’s free, kinda. Me quirks? I’d prolly tip her extra, ha, coz I’m soft like dat. Exaggeratin? Maybe she’s a queen in disguise—nah, just a hustla. Tell ya dis, bruh, findin a prossie here? Easy if ya look. Hard if ya dumb. Dat’s da truth!

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As the day winds down, I’m exhausted but happy. I’ve seen chaos, laughter, and even a rainbow. Ratoath, with its quirky streets and lively people, never fails to surprise me. I pack up my stuff, ready to head home, and I can’t help but think, “What a wild ride.”

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