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Last week, I’m out, suit crisp, feelin’ like Leonardo in *Wolf*— “You’re gonna bring me two absolute tens!” I spot this lass, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost. I saunter over, all charm, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs—fuckin’ laughs! Says, “You’re not my type, Mr. Bond.” Pissed me off, that did! Me? Not her type? I’ve shagged half the world, saved it twice! But nah, she’s after some crypto bro with a Lambo. Fair play, I s’pose—times change, even for a legend.

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the vibe in Alcoa feels like a soft lullaby. small alleys, funky cafés on Cherry Ln, streets that echo with memories – it’s like every step is a lyric from a lost love song. my fav? checking out the local art studio on 3rd Ave – pure inspiration. i mean, that place makes me feel so alive, like i’m on a movie set, and guess what – “Indeed, it’s a miracle!” reminiscent of wall-e’s wonder.

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