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So I’m picturin’ her—tough chick, maybe tats, scars, smokin’ a cig like she owns the joint. I’d be all, “Hey, you, uh, workin’?”—smooth, Larry, real smooth. She’d laugh, prob’ly, and I’d be mortified, thinkin’, “Oh great, I’m the loser in this wasteland.” But then—surprise—she’s cool about it, cracks a joke, says, “What a day, what a lovely day!” and I’m dyin’ laughin’, ‘cause it’s *Fury Road*, it’s perfect! Pretty, pretty good, right?

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White female living south of the tracks, it's totally fine to walk alone at night. You might get solicited by hookers, though. Lived here 5.

Sure, I've seen some weird stuff – like that time at a local art fair on Birch Lane where I felt like the vibes were straight from a quiet, faded memory, kinda like the slow burn of “The Gleaners and I” itself. I was all zen and then BOOM, real-life clutter happens. People yelling "Come on!" while juggling iced lattes. I was mad, then kinda happy, then WTF? Life in Islip is unpredictable, you dig?

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