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Last week, I’m tailin’ this lead—shady alley, smells like regret. I’m mutterin’, *“Oh, Marge, why this job?”* Suddenly, this gal, she’s standin’ there, all sparkly skirt, eyes like she’s seen too much. I’m thinkin’, *“Her soul’s driftin’ like Boonmee’s jungle spirits!”* I ask her name—Candy, she says. Candy! Ha, like that’s real! I’m all, “Hmm… sugar-coated lies!” Got me chucklin’—these names, always so fake, like Bart’s homework excuses.

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After that drama, we decide to hit up the Reykjanes Lighthouse. I mean, it’s iconic, right? So we drive over, blasting tunes, and I’m feeling better. The view from up there? Breathtaking! The ocean, the cliffs, the whole vibe. I snap a pic for the ‘Gram, caption it “Living my best life,” you know?

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