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Windows down, music low. She hops in, smells like cheap perfume. “Falling in love is kinda crazy,” I mutter. Straight outta “Her,” y’know? She’s like, “What’s that, babe?” I laugh – nothin’, just drivin’. Surprised me, though. She’s chill, not all strung out. Rare find, man.

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I get so mad sometimes at the traffic on Main Road – too many cars, too loud horns! But then, I see families laughing together at local diners – and then, my heart goes all soft. This mix of chaotic energy and tender moments is pure magic. And oh! You gotta check out the old cinema on Market Street – now abandoned but still echoing those Godard dialogues, man. Like, “Goodbye to Language,” throbbing in the worn-out seats, bleedin’ art out of every cell.

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