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But then – oh, happy days! – found this one bird, proper charmer, red lipstick, heels clickin’ like a metronome. “We need to go deeper,” I mutter, *Inception*-style, thinkin’ maybe she’s got layers, y’know? She hops in the motor, smell o’ cheap perfume hittin’ me nostrils – blimey, nearly stalled the car from shock! Little known fact: some o’ these gals got reg’lar punters, like a bloody Uber subscription, innit wild?

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So if you're comin', dig deep, walk around every nook. Listen to the sidewalks, rhythm of the clocks, and the hum of nature. You'll see what I see—Monrovia’s a crazy, sweet place. And hey, always remember: "There is nothing else"—a little nod from that movie, yeah?

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