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So, I lean over, real gruff, say, “How much, lady?” She smirks, throws out a number—50 bucks! 50 freakin bucks! I’m pissed—highway robbery for 15 minutes of awkward! “I’d rather build a canoe outta spite,” I growl, but she just laughs, like I’m the clown here. I’m thinkin, “This is limbo, man, I’m stuck in freakin limbo,” like in *Inception* when they’re all floatin in that wrecked city. Surprised me, though—she didn’t flinch, tough as nails, gotta respect that. Made me almost happy, seein a gal hold her own in this dump.

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Man, where do I start? The city is like a mad collage of neon dreams and vintage feels. Main St. pulses with life and street art that pops like sparks. I always cruise by 5th Avenue – it's a straight up carnival of cafes, bars and little dive joints. Yep, dive joints! It’s like, "Bam! Here’s your fresh brew and unexpected Yelp romance."

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