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Trip report about Weed - Wedding Cake from One Love Bob Marley Shop Plovdiv

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 One Love Bob Marley Shop Plovdiv

4:00 PM
Running to my friend's with a bag, I delight him with the news of a new product in his diet.
I pour the stones onto a dark surface and admire them.
After sifting out the dust and small pieces, I weigh 100 milligrams on a scale, crush it into dust with a card, and divide it in half. One for me and one for my friend.
First, I sip on a bill, then I offer one to my friend.
My nose, you see, is itchy and numb.
The whitewash has sealed my sinuses, and we're seizing the moment in anticipation.

4:15 PM
A slight stimulation had set in.
The music is pleasantly inviting, and I want to move. Friend lies down and complains about his nose being scratchy and the bitter taste.
The taste is truly bitter and like a pill. I can't hold it down for long; I have to swallow.


16:25

I noticed my feet had gotten cold, but my palms were sweating.
My friend was eager to talk, and he was telling me about his old drug-addicted past.
I, on the other hand, didn't want to talk; I wanted to remain silent, move, and nod my head. I was scurrying around the room, fiddling with the computer, then fiddling with the screws in my chair.
I was impressed by the incredible focus and clarity of my vision. The focus was top-notch.

16:45

I opened a can of beer to wash down the bitterness of the drug. It was delicious and refreshing. It really took the edge off the dry mouth. We went out onto the balcony and lit cigarettes. I didn't really want to smoke, like when I was on MDMA or amphetamine, when you greedily dragged every puff.

4:55 PM

We went into the room and finished our beer.
My eyes were still dilated, and the effects of the drug were gradually wearing off.
I looked at the remains of the feast, but the dryness in my nose and the bitterness in my throat made me postpone the catch-up until later.

4:30 PM

After finishing my beer, I said goodbye to my friend and headed home. Once home, I smoked two small joints of bud, took a shower, and fell asleep gently in my bed.

Conclusion:

The cocaine I tried was working.
It did its job; a small line of 50 mg stimulated my movements and alertness. My consciousness remained intact, and that's the main thing. No amphetamine was detected in the cocaine.

Ratings:
Substance 9/10
Stealth 9/10
Weight 10/10
Euphoria/Stim 20/80 ⚡😮‍💨

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