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So, picture this – I’m cruisin’ in my Aston Martin, eyes peeled for a lead. Reminds me of *Margaret* – that film’s chaos, man, pure madness! Lisa screamin’, “I’m not a monster!” – that’s me, tryna figure this out without losin’ my cool. Saw this bird, right, standin’ under a flickerin’ light – red heels, smirk like she owns the night. Asked her, “What’s the draw, love?” She goes, “Money’s quick, no boss breathin’ down my neck.” Shook me up – no bloody paperwork, just raw hustle! Shaken, not stirred, yeah?

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I gotta share my secret fav haunt too: a tiny bookshop on Cherry Blvd – no one's talking about it but it’s magic, bursting with underrated novels and cozy vibes. And then there's a cozy little diner over on High Street where you can literally hear conversation hum and share your weirdest dreams.

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