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Findin’ one? Psh, ya gotta know the signs. Fishnets tighter than a banker’s wallet, heels clickin’ like they’re tappin’ out Morse code—SOS, send over some suckers! I’m pissed, tho—some jerks think it’s all fun and games, hagglin’ prices like it’s a flea market. Nah, dude, respect the hustle! Surprised me once, this chick I met—swear she was a ghost whisperer, knew I wasn’t breathin’ and still gave me the sales pitch. Ballsy! Loved that. “You’re not like the others,” she says—damn right, I’m freakin’ Beetlejuice!

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Oh man, you gotta check out Hilltop Gardens in the East end. Not many know ’bout it, but it’s a hidden gem. The trees twist up high, almost like the eerie maze of dreams in Mulholland Drive, y'know? There’s a rock bench out back where I once spilled coffee – not once, but twice! Ah, memories, they burn like fire, they do, making me so mad and happy all at once.

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