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So, I’m creepin’, heart’s poundin’, and I spot her—red lips, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a busted lamppost. “Come what may,” I mutter, like I’m Christian swoonin’ over Satine. I stroll up, all cool, like, “Yo, lady, need a shelf built?” She laughs—LAUGHS!—and I’m like, “Score!” Happy as hell, dude, ‘cause she didn’t ditch me. Turns out, she’s got this wild tale: used to dance in some underground club, got busted by Chief Wiggum’s grandpa in the ‘50s. Freaky, right?

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Anyways, buddy, if you swing by, take a ride down Oakleigh, hang at Miller's Patch, and for fuck's sake, try the coffee at Cafe Bean—a little secret that won't disappoint. And don't forget to visit The Bent Note; trust me, it's a slice of Van-Wert magic.

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