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So, I’m texting my girls, “Where’s the spot?” Nobody knows shit—makes me SO mad! Like, ugh, why’s this so hard? Then—boom—this shady dude’s like, “Yo, over here.” I’m shook! He’s got this vibe, like the horse guy in the film, all silent and creepy. “The wind blows where it will,” I mumble—movie line, obvi. I’m cracking up inside, ‘cause—hello?—this ain’t Calabasas!

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When I get there, this parrot is perched on a fence, just chatting away like it owns the place. I’m trying to catch it, but it’s like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands. Finally, I manage to grab it, and the owner, this sweet old lady, is so relieved. She’s like, “Thank you, dear! Polly was just being naughty.” I’m thinking, “Naughty? That bird was a full-on rebel!”

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