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I’d be strollin’ downtown, mutterin’, “Hmm… where’s the action?” Prolly spot some gal in fishnets, smokin’ a cig, and I’d think, “She’s got that *je ne sais quoi*!” Like in the movie, when Adèle says, “I miss you, it hurts.” That’s me, missin’ somethin’ wild, but I ain’t even started yet! I’d be nervous, tho—heart poundin’, palms sweaty. “Marge, chill,” I’d tell myself, but nah, I’m a mess.

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Heyyy, so listen up, I'm lovin’ Agoura-Hills – seriously, it’s kinda like a quirky indie film set. No capes! I’ve been living here for years, and lemme tell you, it’s a blast. So, Agoura-Hills is chill AF. The streets? Dude, check Agoura Road – it's where all the magic happens. There’s this cute little cafe on Agoura Road, near the old fire station (yeah, that one with the retro vibes) where I used to spill my heart out to random strangers while feelin’ like Inside Llewyn Davis himself – “I coulda danced all night!” (insert Joel Coen vibes here). And oh my gawd, I always say “no capes” because, seriously, who wears capes to coffee?!

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