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Me? I’d cruise slow, real slow. Like Lucrecia drivin’ after that crash. “I hit something,” she mumbles. That’s me—spot a girl, wonderin’. Is she legit? Or a trap? Pisses me off when cops lurk. Ruins the whole gig, man. Once saw this chick—tall, badass boots. Thought, “Damn, she’s fine.” Then—boom—undercover. Felt like the Emperor screwed me over. Hate that crap.

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I also love venturing into the lesser-known spots. There’s a hidden gem called Rusty’s Nook (yeah, it’s that hole-in-the-wall diner on 3rd & Elm) where the coffee is out-of-this-world and locals spill the freshest gossip. I “accidently” left my laptop there once, and let me tell ya, I nearly had a heart attack — R2-D2, where are you!! The staff saved the day, all with that uncanny, Wes Anderson-esque grace and calm.

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