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So, we’re cruisin’, her laughin’, me sweatin’. “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I mutter—she’s eatin’ me last sandwich! Movie vibes hit hard—Fury Road, all chaos and grit. She’s like Furiosa, but with less guns, more sass. Surprised me, she did—knew truck stops even I forgot! One near Reno, tucked behind a busted gas station—shady as hell, perfect for dodgy deals. “To the Green Place!” she jokes, pointin’ at a neon sign blinkin’ “Girls Girls Girls.”

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Oh, and the locals—crackpots and sweethearts alike! They always yap about the folk at the seaside near Fingal Head. Even when I'm mad, there’s this magical aura, like a film reel reelin’ out all them memories in that Agnès Varda way. But seriously, cheers to the odd vibes: the nasty rain squalls that hit outta nowhere, the stunning sunrise that flips your brain, and the endless chattin’ with beachgoers who think life’s a wild rock n’ roll gig.

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