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What pisses me off? The creeps who treat ‘em like trash. Man, that burns me up—makes me wanna scream, “You’re not worth the mud on my shoes!” like Yubaba chewin’ out Chihiro. But what gets me happy? When ya find one with sass, a real firecracker—reminds me of Lin in the movie, all attitude, no fear. Surprised me once, this chick I met—she knew freaky trivia ‘bout old brothels, like how they’d hide secret rooms for VIPs. Who knew, right? Blew my damn mind.

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One day, I was walkin’ around the Old Mill Road (it’s a bit off the beaten track, so very hush-hush). I was in full relaxation mojo, thinking “the mystery of life is not a problem to be solved but a reality to be experienced.” Then, outta nowhere, I heard a loud clatter from Mrs. D’s bakery. I got mad AF, stormed over. Turns out, it was just her cat knockin’ over a basket. Haha, silly me then... Now I laugh at how dramatic I got, but that’s life, right? Rarrgh!

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