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Trip report about Girl Scout Cookies from Che's Underground Market Hamilton

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 from Che's Underground Market Hamilton

00:00–00:01

Taking approximately 50-60 mg of cocaine intranasally (through the nose). A bitter, chemical taste in the throat, typical of cocaine. A slight burning feeling in the nasopharynx.

00:02–00:05

Initial sensations: mild euphoria, a surge of energy, increased heart rate. A feeling of "clarity" in thinking, heightened perception. The nose and tongue begin to numb from licking the map earlier, which had residue from drawing the tracks.

00:05–00:15

Suddenly everything around seems interesting, all topics of conversation seem brilliant. The internal dialogue, usually in the background, becomes loud, clear, and incredibly fast. Thoughts race, but each one seems profound and important. The light becomes slightly brighter, more contrasting. The sounds of music are detailed; I can hear every single instrument.
A strong surge of confidence, talkativeness, and a desire for social interaction. A feeling of attractiveness and competence. Fatigue disappears, and appetite diminishes.

00:15–00:45

Increased energy persists, concentration is maintained, and talkativeness increases. I called a friend and just started telling him various topics nonstop. The conversation turned out to be very interesting, and we agreed to meet tomorrow and finish off the rest of the Cocaine together.

00:45–01:15

Beginning of the decline. The euphoria fades, as if a bright light bulb was being smoothly but inexorably turned on. A desire to repeat the experience to recapture the peak sensation.

Bottom Line:

I don't have a lot of experience with Cox; if I'm not mistaken, I've tried it four times. But what surprised me was the euphoria I'd never experienced before, and then I suddenly burst into conversation. The product is quite good and provides the desired cooling effect. It was memorable and stands out from my other experiences, and I'd also like to point out the price, which is well justified by the product's quality. Overall, after another positive experience, I want to thank Che's Underground Market Hamilton for providing me with this top stuff. I'll definitely use it again and recommend it to everyone. 🤩🥴

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