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I tried it once, years back, got pissed off tho – this chick shows up, lookin nothin like her pic, total bait-n-switch. I’m like, “What’s this shit?” Felt like I got scammed on a bad trade. Greed is good, sure, but don’t fuck me over, ya know? Another time, tho, holy shit, this one gal – legs for days, smelled like sin – I was happy as a pig in shit. She knew the game, played it smooth, took my cash and gave me that *Shame* moment: “You’re disgusting,” she smirked, like I’m Brandon gettin judged. Loved it, hated it, fuckin rollercoaster.

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And if anyone from the polytheists asks for your protection ˹O Prophet˺, grant it to them so they may hear the Word of Allah, then escort them to a place of.

So, I’m at my little shop on Kameyama Street, just chillin’ and kneadin’ away. Toba’s got this vibe, ya know? The ocean’s right there, and the air smells like salt and dreams. But then, bam! My oven decides to throw a tantrum. Like, seriously? It’s 5 AM, and I’m already sweating bullets. I’m cursing under my breath, thinking, “Why today of all days?”

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