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Hmm… pisses me off tho, folks judgin’ her—like, who’re you, Mr. Perfect? Seen her dodge creeps, cops too—once saw her sprint, lost a shoe, hilarious! But damn, tough life. Happy tho, when she smirked at me—like, “I got this, Marge.” Made my day, that sass! Surprised me too, heard some gals tip bartenders to watch their backs—smart, huh?

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If they haven't forgotten Fallon by the time they overcome a preoccupation with whores, which one supposes is, for them, a kind of narcissism.

I gotta brag bout my fave secret hangout—an old cafe, Heard of it? “The Rusty Spoon” on Maple. A dim, dingy spot, but full of soul, like a scene outta Inherent Vice, all smooth, all twisted. The barista slurs his words and winks like he’s in on a cosmic joke! Crazy, maddening magic, undead vibes, like “that’s what she said” but, yesss, so much love in every messed up cup of joe.

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