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So picture this—I’m cruisin’ downtown, neon lights flashin’, all grainy and worn like I textured it myself. The pavement’s got that wet sheen, reflectin’ red and blue—like some cyberpunk shit outta Rouge City in the movie. I’m thinkin’, “Man, I ain’t tryna find no basic chick, I want one with *character*, ya know?” Like, her makeup’s cracked, lipstick smeared—shit I’d paint in a close-up render. Real shit! I spot this one chick, fishnets ripped, leanin’ on a lamppost. Motherfucker, she’s got *texture*! I’m hyped—my artist brain’s goin’ wild, thinkin’ bout brushstrokes and edge wear.

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After that, I decided to hit up the Tainai City Museum. I thought, “Let’s get some culture in here.” But the exhibit on local history? Yawn. I mean, I get it, Tainai has a rich history, but c’mon! I was falling asleep. I started doodling in my notebook instead. My mind was wandering—thinking about my clients, their issues, and how I could help them. But then, I overheard this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I was like, “Dude, I’m not your therapist!” But I couldn’t help but eavesdrop. They were fighting about where to eat. Classic.

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