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So, I lean over, real gruff, say, “How much, lady?” She smirks, throws out a number—50 bucks! 50 freakin bucks! I’m pissed—highway robbery for 15 minutes of awkward! “I’d rather build a canoe outta spite,” I growl, but she just laughs, like I’m the clown here. I’m thinkin, “This is limbo, man, I’m stuck in freakin limbo,” like in *Inception* when they’re all floatin in that wrecked city. Surprised me, though—she didn’t flinch, tough as nails, gotta respect that. Made me almost happy, seein a gal hold her own in this dump.

Declaration:

I’ve seen wild nights on Frendale Ave. – some nights are mad noisy, my beady eyes seeing all the hustle. But hey, you’d love the local taverns, the ones hidden behind leafy alleys near the Chino Creek. Shh, keep quiet now, it’s our little secret. Sometimes, I get mad at the traffic on Main Street, a real nuisance, my precious, but life's all about dealing with the little things, right?

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