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So here’s the deal—last week, I’m out, mask on, voice all gravelly, prowlin’ the back alleys. Not for trouble, nah, just curious, y’know? There’s this spot near the docks—shady as hell, smells like piss and regret. Word is, that’s where they hang. And boom, there she is—red heels, fake fur coat, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m thinkin’, “She’s a copy of a copy, but damn, she’s real.” Kinda poetic, right? Like in the movie, “What’s authentic anyway?”—makes ya wonder if she’s playin’ a role or livin’ it.

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So, I head to the pub, and it’s packed. Everyone’s laughin’, drinkin’, and I’m just tryin’ to find a spot. Finally, I squeeze in next to this guy who’s tellin’ the craziest stories. He’s like, “I once caught a fish this big!” and he stretches his arms out like he’s tryin’ to fly. I’m rollin’ my eyes, but it’s hilarious.

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