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So, you’re wanderin’, heart racin’, thinkin’, “Am I a muppet doin’ this?” Then – bam! – there she is, all sass, leanin’ on a lamppost. “What’s your name, kid?” she says, straight outta *Moonrise Kingdom*. You stutter, sweat buckets – me, I’d be laughin’ my arse off designin’ that bit. Add some wonky dialogue options, like, “Fancy a synergy sesh?” – pure Brent gold, that! Players’d cringe so hard they’d love it. Oh, and fun fact – in old Paris, they’d call ‘em “grisettes”, after their grey dresses. Chuck that in, bit of trivia, keeps it real.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, torrential downpour! Everyone’s scrambling for cover. I’m soaked, my food’s ruined, and I’m just standing there like, “Really, Lajas? Really?” But then, I see people laughing, dancing in the rain. It’s like, who cares about getting wet? This is Lajas, baby!

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