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Lemme paint it—me, rollin’ slow, smokin’ a blunt, peepin’ corners. This one chick, tight dress, heels clickin’, I’m like, “She the one?” Pull up, she’s all, “What you need, baby?” I’m thinkin’, *damn, this like the movie*—“You’re late, where were you?”—‘cept I ain’t mad, just high. She hops in, smellin’ like cheap perfume and hustle. Little known fact, tho—some pros in the ‘70s? They’d stash cash in they hair, big ol’ weaves, cops never checked. Smart as shit, right?

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i often wander near Stellplatz am Wald – yep, that’s my secret chill spot. its vibe? super zen. i’d sit there, thinkin’ bout the intimacy of human connection, letting my sexologist brain wonder ‘bout how each smile or secret glance speaks volumes. Life’s so random, right? kinda like that unsolvable Zodiac mystery – everything connects in ways we barely understand… one more thing, it strikes you right in the gut sometimes.

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