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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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The hotel property is hip, trendy, and somewhat luxurious like all Ws. That said, the rooms are small, and I mean small. They are not the most private either.

Oh, and one day I was trippin' over the curve on Golden Oak Rd. (spelled o-o-o-k, haha) – nearly got into a chat with the local ice cream guy. His words echoed, "Tout est possible, mec," like straight out of A Prophet (Jacques Audiard, 2009). Gave me chills, honestly; felt like, destiny was callin’.

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