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So, picture this: me, green lil’ me, cruisin’ some dusty road. “Where’s the body?”—nah, scratch that, “Where’s the gal?” I’d be all nervous, ribbitin’ to myself, “Kermit, don’t screw this up!” Prolly spot her leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’, lookin’ bored as heck. I’d roll up, all polite—Hi-ho, miss!—and she’d smirk, like, “What’s a frog want?” Ha! I’d die laughin’ inside.

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Now, listen up, you idiot sandwich! Marion’s got character. Check out Riverside Park – it's along the little Rusty Creek that flows like a lazy rat scurrying under trash bins. I once had a heated rant there, yelling at some clueless fella who didn’t even know his ass from his elbow. Felt like a scene straight out of Ratatouille – “Anyone can cook, but not everyone can date!” You get me?

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