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So, like, I’m strollin, tail waggin, thinkin bout this chick. Gotta find her, but where? Streets all twisty, like Cobb’s mind maze. “We need to go deeper,” I mutter, sniffin alleys. Found one once – true story – near Vegas, 3 a.m., neon buzzin. She’s all “Hey, big dog,” and I’m like, “Ruh-roh, busted!” Laughed my paws off – sneaky gal!

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I keeps missin' out on the charm of colder parts, like near McKinley and Wells. Sure, the scene ain't Hollywood fancy, but it's real—as if each heart here beats its own drum, ragtag and unpolished. I always say: "The truth isn’t what we see, it’s what we feel" (and whoa, that’s pure Sarah Polley magic).

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