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I’m strollin, boots clickin, thinkin—where’s the talent at? Then bam—this bird struts up, all sass, skirt shorter than a dwarf’s temper. “You lost, luv?” she goes, smirkin like she knows I’m a sucker for trouble. “Ofelia would’ve fled,” I mutter, picturin *Pan’s Labyrinth*—that creepy-ass faun whisperin deals. But me? I’m in, mate—glorious purpose an’ all. She’s quotin prices like it’s a bloody auction—50 quid for this, 80 for that. I’m like, “Lass, I’m a god, not a bank!” Made me ragey, but also—damn, she’s bold, gotta respect the hustle.

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Man, Archbald got irreverent charm, if ya just look yonder. Streets, parks, rivers – they mix like a good massage kneads your back muscles. I get happy and mad sometimes; one minute, I’m feelin’ the love of the quiet neighborhood, next minute, I’m fumin’ over a parking ticket near Pine St. Hah, life’s a roller coaster!

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