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So, lemme tell ya, I tried figurin’ this out once—total disaster! Walkin’ down some sketchy street, thinkin’ I’m slick, but I’m sweatin’ like a pig. Neurotic rant comin’—what if I get caught? What if she’s a cop? What if she’s got a freakin’ mustache?! I’m paranoid, okay! Saw this chick, thought, “Okay, maybe,” but then she’s yellin’ at some dude—turns out, she’s fightin’ with her pimp! Like, great, now I’m in a soap opera! “Pretty, pretty good,” my ass—this is a nightmare!

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I gotta spill – sometimes I get riled up by the constant bustle. Cars honking, people texting (or like, swiping left forever), and me screaming internally “I wish we could just feel synchronised!” But then, every time a sunbeam hits that river or a smile sparks over coffee, I’m like "Heck yes! Embrace it!" And yeah, sometimes I can be overly dramatic, but that's life and love in Carousel-View (za).

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