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Ruh-roh! Me, I’d suck at it—too goofy! “Scooby-Dooby-Doo, want a trick?”—nah, they’d laugh me outta there! Still, gotta respect the hustle—takes guts, brains, playin’ folks like a fiddle. Spirited Away vibes again—magic in the muck, beauty in the weird. Brothels? Same deal—gross, glam, gritty—all at once! What ya think, pal? Crazy gig, huh?

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Man, dis city got it all. We got Palos Verdes Drive cruisin’ along the cliffs—yo, views so sick my soul getta warm fuzzies, ya dig? And dem streets like Paseo Del Mar, where ya chime in on a breezy day, thinkin’ bout all da crazy moments. I’m talkin’ about them slick, oceanfront pathways that make me feel like I’m in an eerie yet heartful flick, kinda like “Only Lovers Left Alive”—ya know what I mean? “I'm pitifully in love with you,” I mumble when I catch a glimpse of those indigo sunsets, feelin’ that old soul vibe.

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