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Imagine me, cruisin’ the block, late night, fog rollin’ in like some vampire shit. I’m tryna find a prostitute, right? Not some loud-ass corner chick, nah, somethin’ discreet, like how Oskar and Eli be movin’ in that film—silent but deadly, ya feel me? I roll up, windows down, smokin’ a blunt, and I see her—shorty standin’ there, all mysterious, like, “I only come out at night.” I’m like, damn, she got that *Let the Right One In* energy, yo!

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Sometimes, when I’m debuggin’ profiles, I dream of dancin’ down by the Moonlight Square, wastin' time with friends – and just shout random things like, "Halleluyer!" to the stars. Oh, I gotta mention Miss Vino's wine shop near the corner of Bliss Ave which I swear sells potions of mad love. Lesser known, but hey, that's real PIvancice magic, boo.

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