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So, I’m strollin’ through this ramshackle town, boots kickin’ up dirt, lookin’ for a gal who’s sellin’ more than smiles. Ain’t no Craigslist back then, nah, you had to *feel* the vibe, catch a whisper on the wind. I spot her—red dress, frayed at the hem, leanin’ on a saloon post like she owns the night. Eyes sharp, like she’s sizin’ me up for a claim. I’m all, “Well, shit, she’s got game!” Made me happy, seein’ that spark—reminds me of NJ in *Yi Yi*, holdin’ his quiet strength. Ain’t nobody tellin’ her who she is.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! Like, seriously, the sky just opened up. I’m sprinting down the streets, dodging puddles on Seabury Road. I’m soaked, and I’m cursing the weather like it’s personal. “Why, Portmarnock, why?” I shout, and people are looking at me like I’m nuts.

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