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We’re chattin’, and I’m vibin’—she’s got stories, man! Once shagged a bloke who swore he saw Hendrix levitate. I’m laughin’, “Yeah, baby, far out!” But then—bam!—some plod rolls up, all “Move along, you slag!” Made me mad, ya know? Ruby’s just tryin’ to eat, and this wanker’s harshin’ the buzz. “Hope is a mistake!” I yell, quotin’ Cuarón’s flick—felt like the world’s endin’ right there.

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Now, there's Main Street. Main Street, man. It winds right past the old liquor store and a collection of tiny cafes. I've seen neighbors—oh, you wouldn't believe—arguing over parking spots. I get mad watching that. But hey, it's all character, right? There’s this funky little alley, Winding Way, that most folks skip—no kidding—perfect place to hide when your head’s spinning like a broken record.

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