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But—plot twist—cops rolled by! Fear leads to anger, dude, I’m duckin’ behind a dumpster, thinkin’ “Accept the mystery, man!”—straight outta the film! She bolts, I’m sweatin’, laughin’ too—absurd as fuck! Little known fact—Vegas pros got secret signals, like nods or cig tricks, to dodge the fuzz. Saw her later, she’s all “You’re no schnook!”—Coen ref again—cracked me up!

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Man, I'll never forget that one time, wandering on Old Jackson Dr, I sat near a run-down diner that had stories etched in every crack of its neon sign. Its vibe was chaotic but comforting. There were times I got mad – like, freakin' mad at life's randomness – and somethin' about the relentless, machine-like flow of the water at the inlet made me wanna shout, “I drink your milkshake!” not to be dramatic but as a cosmic catharsis.

Murrells Inlet hops into Easter weekend with glow-in-the-dark egg hunt