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Honey, it’s bad bitch o’clock! I’m sittin here thinkin bout findin a prostitute, ya know, like some real shit. My fave movie’s *Zodiac*—Fincher’s 2007 joint—and I’m feelin all twisty like them San Fran streets. “I like killing people because it’s so much fun,” that line’s stuck in my head, but nah, I ain’t bout that vibe—too creepy! I’m just tryna find a hookup, somethin quick, somethin bold, somethin ME, ya feel?

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I take a break, and we head down to the harbor. The vibe is electric! There’s this band playing, and people are dancing like nobody’s watching. I’m feelin’ it, ya know? But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring rain. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. Everyone’s scrambling for cover, and I’m just standing there, laughing like a maniac. “This is the best day ever!” I shout.

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