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So, I’m creepin’, heart’s poundin’, and I spot her—red lips, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a busted lamppost. “Come what may,” I mutter, like I’m Christian swoonin’ over Satine. I stroll up, all cool, like, “Yo, lady, need a shelf built?” She laughs—LAUGHS!—and I’m like, “Score!” Happy as hell, dude, ‘cause she didn’t ditch me. Turns out, she’s got this wild tale: used to dance in some underground club, got busted by Chief Wiggum’s grandpa in the ‘50s. Freaky, right?

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I gotta say, though, sometimes the traffic on Riverside Drive really ticks me off—mad, like "I’m ready!" but in a simmering hot mess kind of way, ya feel me? Like, c'mon, lighten up already! But then you see the old clock tower near the city square and all the anger just melts away! Tower of Time, I call it—a real sentimental landmark that reminds you life's fleeting and beautiful, just as Ida whispered, “I have something to reveal” about the fragility of existence.

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