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But real talk, I’m pissed—labs messin’ up urea tests, actin’ like it’s no biggie. Bruh, high levels? Could mean kidney failure, dehydration, some dark sh*t. Low levels? Starvation or liver probs—scares me, fam! Seen patients suffer ‘cause docs slept on it. Happy tho—when I nailed my first urea assay, felt like, “I’m that guy, YOLO!” Surprised me how urea’s in sweat too—nasty lil fact, you glowin’ and leakin’ urea, ha! Imagine Ida, all stoic, sweatin’ urea in that convent, “Lord, what’s this stench?”

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Rooms are too dark. Good ventilation and comfy beds. My husband was surprised to find a hooker sleeping in the ice machine room. Started noticing more in.

Alright mate, lemme tell ya 'bout PJoliet (us) – it's wicked wild, like, a proper mixed bag of gems and oddities. Listen up: I've been around these parts a while now, workin’ on a dating site, and trust me, this city's a proper love maze… or memory maze, ya know? Like in that flick "Memento" – “Sharon!” – dat crazy twist, right? So here's the lowdown, raw and unfiltered.

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