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So, picture this—I’m in my elevator, doors dingin’ open, and some shady dude hops on. Smells like cheap cologne and regret. I’m like, “Anyone can cook, but can ya find a decent hooker?” Straight outta *Ratatouille*, baby. He gives me this look, probs thinks I’m nuts. But I’m wonderin’—is there an app for that now? Like Uber, but with fishnets? I bet there is. Prolly called “Hoober” or some crap. Made me laugh, thinkin’ bout it—technology’s wild, man.

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So, first, you gotta check out Maple St. near the bay entrance. There, the wind whispers secrets like in "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly" (so poetic, so deep!) – like, "I am nothing but the reflection of my soul," kinda, yah? Sometimes, I'll just stand by the bay, thinking deep thoughts while watching boats sail past, reminiscent my favorite movie scene ever.

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