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So anyway, I’m diggin’ deeper—web’s full of crap, X is worse. Found this one post, guy’s braggin’ ‘bout his “date,” links to some sketchy site. Clicked it—boom, virus! My laptop’s screamin’ like Kenny when he dies! Pissed me off so bad I yelled, “You can’t trick Eric Cartman, you bastards!” Took me an hour to fix that shit. Lesson? Don’t trust everythin’ you see—half these “girls” are bots or dudes named Steve. True story, my cousin saw one once—biggest surprise of his life, hairy legs and all!

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You teleported away to the train station, what did Iida expect? You're not some lovey dovey romantic bitch. You're a depressy messy dumb ass whore. He put.

First off, I hit up the local market on Nakano-dori. You know, the one with all the fresh fish and veggies? I’m a sailor, so I love my seafood. But lemme tell ya, the prices were insane! I mean, who knew fish could cost more than my boat rent? I was like, “C’mon, I’m just tryin’ to eat here!”

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