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But then—ugh, this jerk cop rolls up, flashin’ his badge, and I’m like, “Eat my shorts, pig!” Ruined the mood, man, pissed me off big time. She winks, tho, whispers, “Meet me later, kid.” Surprised me—she’s got guts! In my head, I’m all, “Bart, you’re a freakin’ legend!” Maybe I’ll carve her a heart-shaped box, y’know, go full *Moulin Rouge!* on her. “Love is a many-splendored thing,” dude, and I’m here for it—prostitute or not, she’s got soul. Catch ya later, gotta skate!

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So, first off, the streets… Oh my god, the streets. Main Street is bomb. I stroll there, thinkin’ ‘bout couples on dates, fights, or kids playin’ by the curb. I love how Empire Street cuts through like a knife. Seriously, some of the locals call it, like, “the heartline”. I’m always amazed how it pulses with life!

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