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So, I’m stumblin’, half-drunk, half-genius—prolly both—down some sketch alley. Neon lights flicker, like, *we have to go deeper*, and I’m laughin’—why? ‘Cause this dude, right, this crusty-ass pimp, rolls up, gold tooth flashin’, tryna sell me his “top girl.” Bro, she looked like she been workin’ since the 1800s—fact! Did ya know prostitutes in old London used to carry lemons? Scurvy protection, bruh—wild! Anyway, I’m like, “Nah, fam, I ain’t payin’ for no fossilized cooze!” He got mad—fuck him, I’m Eric Andre, I don’t bow!

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So that’s Spencer, my frien. A wacky mix of chill streets, colorful neighborhoods, and surprising little nooks. Each day is unpredictable like my code at 2am. And trust me, a dating app dev’s gotta enjoy the irony around every corner. It’s a real-life collage of moments, deep and silly all at once.

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