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**Conga Conga Conga Conga Conga Conga Congaaahhhh**
(In a deep manly voice)

Brazilian phonk kept pumping through my ears,

I liberated my neck with satisfying cracks on both sides.

Contemplating how I’d crush any exercise that comes my way today.

But all of this happened standing at a signal.

All the cars around were engaged in a honking showdown

The volume was cranked up to "ear-splitting,"

And the aggression dial was set to "maximum."

*As if their moms were caught cheating with their best friends…*

The round-about consisted four lanes,

And the signal turns green in every 200 second.

You wouldn't believe it,

When you're just chilling and lost in thought,

Each tick of the clock turns into a drama-filled epic.

But there was a trans-woman out there,

All in the hopes of pocketing some cash.

With an Intense glare,

She approached me,

Her eyes boring into the depth of my very soul.

TCKK..TCKKK

An insistent tap on my helmet visor

My imaginary “silent-head-banging” rave concert was intervened off.

She walked in with a poker face

The Kinnar signature clap, turning on the charm

I opened up my tinted visor to see her

She looked at me with those eyes, asking, "Got any spare bucks, honey?"

Out of empathy, I gave my bag a surprise audit

Just to see if I had 10-20 bucks.

Bag unzipped,

Peak of anticipations

Just to find it out whisper, "Nope, no pennies here, buddy."

With an apologetic glare, I nodded my head with regret.

But her comeback hit me like a reality check,

That the world has come so much ahead.

She left me smiling.

Her rizz became so irresistible,

It made me do the needful.

I actually felt the sudden end of the rave concert,

When THIS song started playing over my mind.

Getting out that “Bar-Code” rizz all over me,

She literally pulled out a QR out of her blouse and

I felt astounded

Although I didn’t wanted to give her a single penny

I scanned her QR code,

With 72 seconds left on the signal to go green.

I gave her 20 Rupees through UPI.

She flashed a grin and made a swift exit,

Leaving me befuddled.

But:

• Why was I being compelled to give her money?

• Why did she seemed so irresistible?

• Why didn’t I ignore her?

I actually want the explanation of this incident in depth.

Where I’ll breakdown each aspect of this story.

In my next email.

Until then folks,

Peace.
V