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We’re chattin’ now—well, hagglin’. She’s all sass, tossin’ prices like grenades. I’m thinkin’, lady, I’m Dr. Evil, I don’t nickel-and-dime! Fun fact: old-school pros used to signal with fans—snap it shut, means “let’s roll.” She ain’t got no fan, just attitude. I’m diggin’ it. Streets hummin’—cars honkin’, dudes yellin’. I’m like, this is chaos, but it’s *my* chaos. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like she’s runnin’ the whole damn city—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.”

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Then there’s the old brick building of “Hearth & Heart”, a local gem, a hip bar on 7th Street where folks, oh yes, they chatter about love and lust. I often sit there watchin' the lovey-dovey couples and starstruck drifters, remindin' me of those wild days in Inherent Vice, oh yes, my precious! I mean, “the world goes crazy, and we’re just stuck in the flow”. Ah, memories, memory bits fly by like butterflies.

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