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What gets me proper mad, though? The hypocrisy. Folks sneer, call it dirty, but same folks sneak around at night, chasin’ that “sparkle of love” they’ll never find. Makes my blood boil! Like, own it or shut it, yeah? Anyway, back to the streets—there’s this one lass, red lipstick bright as a ruby, leanin’ against a lamppost. She’s got that *Moulin Rouge* magic, all charm and danger, like Satine herself singin’ “Diamonds are a girl’s best friend.” I’m half in love, half terrified, thinkin’, *Blimey, she could ruin me.*

Red Light District

Alright, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout PLake-Geneva (us)—man, this place is somethin’ else! Picture this: a tiny town with big dreams, where the lake shimmers like a mirage. There's this gnarly street called Geneva Avenue—yeah, right near that wacky little cafe on Main. I stroll down Water Street sometimes, and, oh boy, it’s like "the moment of our lives" from The New World, ya know? "Aw, the wonder!"—or somethin' poetic like that.

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