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I ask her rate—fuck, it’s steep! “You’re chargin’ what?!” I’m mad, but she’s cool, “Quality costs, ET.” Fair. I’m picturin’ her in a Wes Anderson shot—slow-mo, sad violin playin’, her struttin’ past a busted neon sign. “I always wanted to be somebody,” she says, quotin’ Margot’s vibe. Deep, man. Makes me wonder—how’d she end up here? Prolly some tragic backstory, like Royal ditchin’ the fam.

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I gotta spill, sometimes my mind's racing, thinkin' of all the little details. Like how the wind hums through Juno Avenue, rustlin' through leaves like a hidden melody. Or that one time near Sunset Blvd—my favorite spur-of-the-moment brain burst—where I thought, "Whoa, my spirit's dancin'!" Totally involuntary, but man, it got me all emotional.

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