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Alright, dahling, strap in! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – slingin’ insurance by day, judgin’ the world by night. So, findin’ a prostitute? Hoo boy, let’s dish! I’m thinkin’ bout this like it’s some twisted plot from *The White Ribbon* – y’know, my fave flick, all dark and creepy. “The hand that strikes must punish!” – that’s what Haneke’d say, right? Like, you don’t just stumble into that scene, it’s a choice, babes.

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Now, the parks – oh man, don’t even get me started. Larkspur Park is my chill-out spot. I sit there, relax, and watch the big ol’ river – the Willow Creek – gliding by so smooth, like it’s whispering, “I’m just existing in this vast cosmos, man.” It makes me think, “maybe we’re all just part of this grand algorithm.” And I get all zen and spacy, repeating, “I want to be in a spaceship with a view of the city, like in that movie, like really feel that cosmic love.”

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