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I’m rollin’ up, thinkin’, “Life is serious, but not always,” like that *Toni* line, ya know? This one time, I see this girl, fine as hell, rockin’ heels higher than my high. I’m like, “Yo, baby, what’s poppin’?” She turns, and – surprise, mothafucka – it’s a dude! Straight up *Toni Erdmann* twist, like when the dad pops up in that wig. I was pissed, dawg, but I laughed my ass off. “You’re trying too hard,” I told him, quotin’ the flick, and peeled out.

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Then, I’m walkin’ past the Hita River. Man, it’s beautiful. The water’s glistening, and I’m feelin’ all zen. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, kickin’ a soccer ball. And boom! The ball hits me right in the shin! I’m like, “Dude, watch it!” But he just laughs and runs off. Kids these days, right?

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