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So, I stumble into this grimy port town—thinkin’, “This is my shot, baby!” Bars are loud, lights flicker, and I spot her—red heels, smokey eyes, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. My heart’s racin’, “Is this it? Am I *in*?” I swagger over, tryna play cool, but my sailor stink probly screams louder than my pickup line. “Hey, sugar, wanna make my night less ‘sea’-sick?” She smirks—oh, that smirk!—and I’m hooked. “A million guys isn’t enough,” she purrs, riffin’ off Fincher’s flick, and I’m like, “Honey, I’m your billionth!”

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Thisss city makes me mad sometimes too—when someone messes up a gorgeous view with litter. But then, it surprises me every day—unexpected moments of joy, Rambling along its dusty roads between Pepper Street and Whale Way (yup, names can be quirky here) you catch snippets of conversations, and they’re like echoes of that eternal cosmic journey.

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