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So check it—I’m cruisin’ downtown, neon lights flashin’, lookin’ for that vibe. Ain’t no Yelp for this, nah, you feel me? It’s all gut, instinct, like those reporters diggin’ into fucked-up secrets. I spot this chick, right? Heels high as hell, skirt short, givin’ me that *look*. I’m like, “Motherfucker, this it?” Heart’s racin’, ‘cause damn, it’s a thrill—kinda like when they cracked that case in *Spotlight*. “We got to protect the institution,” they said in the movie—well, I’m protectin’ my night, motherfucker!

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Finally, I get it set up. I’m handing out flyers, trying to get people hyped. And then, this old lady comes up to me. She’s like, “What’s this all about?” I’m trying to explain, but she’s more interested in my hair. “You need a haircut, young man!” Thanks, lady, I’ll add that to my to-do list.

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