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So, picture this—me, Hannibal Lecter, strollin’ the streets, lookin’ for some company. Not to eat ‘em, mind ya—well, maybe a nibble. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but a gal’s gotta have some fun too, right? I’m peekin’ at these dames, all dolled up, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Makes me happy, seein’ ‘em strut—confidence, power, ya dig? But then, ugh, the creeps lurkin’ nearby—pisses me off. Slimy bastards thinkin’ they own the night. Makes me wanna serve ‘em up with a nice Chianti.

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Hey, buddy, lemme tell ya bout Indian-Wells, US style, real raw n’ vivid, like nature talk by Attenborough with that jazzy "Tabu" vibe. So, this place, man—it's a mix of chill luxury n’ hidden local magic. I live here, right? And every time I step out my door on Main Street (yeah, the one that loops past the Indian Wells Tennis Garden) I feel that buzz.

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