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I roll up in my beat-up truck—smells like oil and regret—and spot this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Hey, darlin’, what’s the deal?” I rasp, tryin’ not to sound like a total creep. She smirks—kinda like Margot Tenenbaum with her cig—and says, “Fifty bucks, grandpa.” Fifty?! I choke—“That’s half my rent!”—but she don’t care. She’s got that “I’m adopted” vibe, y’know, from the movie? Tough as nails, but somethin’ sad underneath.

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So, I’m wandering around, trying to find a charger. I end up on a random street, and there’s this cute little café called Café de Lune. I pop in, and the barista is super chill. I order a coffee, and he gives me this weird look. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just coffee!” But then he hands me this amazing latte art. I’m like, “Okay, you win.”

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