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She hops in – smells like cheap perfume. And somethin’ else – mystery, man. “Let’s groove,” she says – I grin. We drive – city blurs. I’m thinkin’ – this is WILD. Like that *Inherent Vice* scene – “Sausalito night. Fog rollin’ in.” Only it’s me – and her. No fog – just streetlights.

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I tell ya, this town’s full of quirks. I be ramblin’ in a spree of thoughts, all jumbled like a good ol’ country song – messy, yet beautiful. Life here makes me feel every emotion: mad, happy, and sometimes as surprised as when Oldboy shouted, "Do you know what happened to you?" Pardon my typos, sugar, but ain't that life itself?

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