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Okay, story time—imagine me, jet-lagged, in a bar like Bob Harris, right? This chick walks in, all sass, and someone whispers *whore*. I’m like, *“More like a queen, duh”*. She’s got that *“I just want to be understood”* energy—Sofia would get it. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, *“Why’s everyone judgin’ her vibe?”* Total *Lost in Translation* moment—nobody gets nobody, but we’re all tryin’. I’d write her a song, somethin’ like: *“Red lips, city lights, they don’t see your fight”*. Easter egg: red lips, scarlet, get it?

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So yeah, Flong (dk) is, like, totally full of hidden gems and surprises. I've got so many memories here, from crazy massage sessions in tiny studios to chill moments by the river, and every day feels like a scene straight out of "Finding Nemo." Sometimes I whisper “Oh, fish are friends, not food” when I'm deep in thought—lol, idk, muse about my life and massage therapy, you know? Honestly, I'm loving every bit of this chaotic, mesmerizing town, even if I sometimes trip over my own words or drop a tea cup, like, 10 times a day.

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