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Person 1 "haha how was the Ass bistro"
Person 2 (starts crying) "terrible"
Person 1 "haha how was the Ass bistro"
Person 2 (starts crying) "terrible"
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Get the spicy buckshot mug.A place where there is no “south” and “north” just uptown and downtown.
It’s either the city or upstate.
Manhattan is not the only part of the city.
Not everyone wears timbs.
Where “mad” is used to describe shit.
Every female is either “ma, shawty, a jawn, mami, or mamacita”.
If you don’t say “deadass, pause, valid, or mad” in every sentence you not valid.
It’s either the city or upstate.
Manhattan is not the only part of the city.
Not everyone wears timbs.
Where “mad” is used to describe shit.
Every female is either “ma, shawty, a jawn, mami, or mamacita”.
If you don’t say “deadass, pause, valid, or mad” in every sentence you not valid.
- shawty mad fire, she deadass a jawn.
- yo imma shoot this right in yo face pause
- yo this blunt is mad valid nigga
-new York is wild lit dawg
- yo imma shoot this right in yo face pause
- yo this blunt is mad valid nigga
-new York is wild lit dawg
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by Lifegivesmeanxietyandheadaches December 2, 2021
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mid, I said, nothing to be proud.
But weeks went by, and something grew,
a voice, a smile, a gaze so true.
On pickleball courts, the world felt small,
her laugh the reason I played at all.
Brown eyes steady, calm and deep,
a secret I knew I’d always keep.
Different classes, worlds apart,
yet she carved a place inside my heart.
I may never reach, may never hold,
but her memory shines, quiet and bold.
Not beauty alone, not looks defined,
but the way she lingers in my mind.
A fleeting crush, perhaps to fade,
yet in my story, she’ll always stay.
mid, I said, nothing to be proud.
But weeks went by, and something grew,
a voice, a smile, a gaze so true.
On pickleball courts, the world felt small,
her laugh the reason I played at all.
Brown eyes steady, calm and deep,
a secret I knew I’d always keep.
Different classes, worlds apart,
yet she carved a place inside my heart.
I may never reach, may never hold,
but her memory shines, quiet and bold.
Not beauty alone, not looks defined,
but the way she lingers in my mind.
A fleeting crush, perhaps to fade,
yet in my story, she’ll always stay.
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