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Trip report about Weed - Wedding Cake from Bob Marley's Dispensary Funchal

00:00
I take a few drags, the warm smoke filling my lungs pleasantly. The flavor is rich – citrus with a hint of caramel. But fate doesn't let me savor the moment. My friend is already hovering by the door, fully dressed and ready to go. I'm ready too, of course, but I'm ready to get high and go, not just go. So I exhale the last puff of smoke and immediately stumble out the door.
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00:05
Apparently, because of the movement and constant thoughts, the effect doesn't kick in right away. But as soon as I step out of the building, he's already there. My body relaxes, my consciousness unravels, the corners of my lips lift of their own accord. For a second, I hover on the trash can – there's something hypnotic about that gray container. I come to my senses – my friend is already about 50 meters away. Actually, it's only about five meters, but it feels like the space around me is slipping away, receding. I have to squint, as if that will help me focus. Walking is pleasant, but every movement requires awareness—where to place my foot, how to bend my knee correctly…
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00:15
My body feels light and comfortable. My thoughts accelerate, and in unexpected directions—one idea leads to another, everything seems fresh and brilliant. And I don't really feel like talking anymore. I just walk, absorbing the world around me, while my friend talks in the background. People with dogs pass by, and I, feeling like a true peace-loving philosopher, quietly greet each one. Luckily, it's quiet enough that no one hears.
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00:30
The space sways, sounds flow in waves, textures become deep and velvety. My internal monologue takes over the entire stage—it's so loud that my friend has already asked me the same thing six times. I hear her, but my brain is so caught up in the dialogue with itself that it doesn't have time to react to the outside world. At some point, I ask her to either sit down or turn around, because the distance we've covered seems immense. I grab her hand, suddenly realizing that if I let go, I might never find my way back. She laughs, but I know she's serious.
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00:50
Time feels strange: it feels like we just left the house, but it feels like a past life. We're sitting on a bench, and I'm staring blankly into space; blinking seems unnecessary. At that moment, I realize I look like a total stoned addict. But then a brilliant thought occurs to me: the more suspicious I act, the greater the chance that people will think I'm just joking. Or that I have some kind of brain disease, but I know.
The only one who shakes me out of this zen is my friend. She whispers with genuine indignation that I'm acting suspiciously. Thank you, that's very useful information, especially if you repeat it ten times to a stoned person (it doesn't take long to become paranoid, but I'm strong). And I continue contemplating the dot, enjoying its depth and meaning, revealed only to me.
Now we're going home. Or rather, she's walking, and I'm trudging behind, slowly and majestically.
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01:00
I've practically lost the ability to move at a normal speed. My friend flies ahead, and I trudge after her, periodically bursting into hysterical laughter at my own slowness. At one point, her speed seems superhuman to me, and, remembering every heroic movie I've ever seen, I yell after her, "LEAVE ME OFF, FRODO!" She doesn't laugh.
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01:30
As I approach the house. In front of the entrance, I notice a garbage truck hauling away the waste. It's such a captivating sight that I literally freeze, mesmerized. The rumble of the containers, the mechanical movements of the crane—it all seems epic, like a scene from a sci-fi film. I might even be less thrilled to see a dragon.
But my friend decided that I really belonged at home rather than outside. She practically forces me into the elevator, and I resist, because "IT'S FUN HERE, WHY ARE WE LEAVING?"
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01:45
A slight melancholy washes over me at home: the adventures are over, and I didn't bring back any treasure. Oh well, whatever, the main thing is I had fun.
I pour myself two liters of water and plop down on the couch. Some kind of chick flick is playing on TV. I don't know the name, I didn't see the beginning, but I still sit down next to her and get sucked into the plot. After all, the important thing isn't what to watch, but who to watch it with.

Afterword:
This report doesn't quite qualify as a full-fledged test, because the effects weren't really clear. Therefore, after smoking it a couple more times at home in a calm environment, I can confidently say – it's a powerful thing, completely consistent with its appearance. 🌱🤩

Trip report about Cocaine Peru 97% from Bob Marley's Dispensary Funchal

00:00 This time I decided to test this speech with my closest friend, perhaps, and my only friend, only with him I can just turn my head off, be stupid and just go with the flow. We tried to test cocaine while out walking, so we found a calm place for that) The breasts were shifting importantly, which meant that the coconut would be dry) I asked my friend to sniff quietly, squeezing the line slowly so that everyone felt that they were in the area) I, having eaten the same, and we left that location)

00:05 By the time we left, we began to quietly disappear) I began to feel drowsy, my heart began to beat faster. It’s amazing in my nose, everything started to feel numb, and we’re still shaking the skin of the skin, the bitter taste that went down were murmuring the numbness all over my throat)

00:15 Peak effects) We spoke without mentioning, the stimulation was felt very strongly about the meat, we both noticed that moment that the head was tens of hundreds of hundreds more beautiful, and the colors around the palate became brighter) The body became softer and lighter, it became easier to collapse.

00:30 My friend has become no more fussy) His gesticulation and facial expressions have changed, I already feel like he’s actively gesturing, and in person I’m getting emotions that I haven’t experienced before)) Mood to finish charging, we had already combed all the streets around the location, as if we were smoking a pack of cigarettes, the stinks were flying one after another)

00:50 We began to be released, the energy gradually dropped, as did the intensity of our roses, so we were told go to the nearest location where we could do another line) 🤩

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