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So I spot her—red heels, smokin’ a cig—total pro. “What’s a girl to do?” she purrs, like Cathy cryin’ to Frank. I’m laughin’—she’s playin’ me, and I’m here for it! Gave me a rush—happy as a clown in a bank vault. But then—BAM—some creep jumps in, tryin’ to haggle her down. Pissed me off! I’m like, “Buddy, this ain’t a flea market!” Almost knifed him—oops, too far? Heh.

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I love ridin’ by Riverside Drive. It’s right by the old industrial warehouse, now a cool arts centre. The street art there totally rocks my world – makes me so happy, like I’m discoverin’ lost treasures. Sometimes I stroll there after work, thinkin’ how all these hidden murals echo the stories of the people. It’s like, the city whispers: "Take what you need, leave what you don’t" – real Varda vibes, ya know?

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