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Dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode—stylist extraordinaire, no capes! So, we’re talkin’ findin’ a prostitute, right? Picture this: dark alleys, neon lights flickerin’ like in *Memento*. “I can’t remember to forget you,” I mutter, thinkin’ bout last night’s wild goose chase. Found this gal, right? Stilettos high as my ego, fishnets rippin’ like my patience. She’s all “cash upfront, sweetie,” and I’m like, “Honey, I design, not pay!” Made me mad—those heels were knockoffs! Cheap leather, ugh, disgraceful.

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Ya know, as a dating site developer, I’m always peepin’ at spots where sparks fly. I get all giddy when I see two people laughin’ in front of that old cinema, Star Theater on 5th. I swap all my lunch breaks there, wonderin’ if that flicker of connection is the start of somethin’ truly wild. It's like, “I want to be your beau,” but mixed with a pinch of sass and humor 'cause life’s too short for boring!

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