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Dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode—stylist extraordinaire, no capes! So, we’re talkin’ findin’ a prostitute, right? Picture this: dark alleys, neon lights flickerin’ like in *Memento*. “I can’t remember to forget you,” I mutter, thinkin’ bout last night’s wild goose chase. Found this gal, right? Stilettos high as my ego, fishnets rippin’ like my patience. She’s all “cash upfront, sweetie,” and I’m like, “Honey, I design, not pay!” Made me mad—those heels were knockoffs! Cheap leather, ugh, disgraceful.

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Next, I head to the park, Al-Balad. It’s a nice spot to relax, right? Wrong! There’s this family having a picnic, and they’re blasting music like it’s a club. I’m trying to enjoy the peace, but nooo, I’m stuck listening to some cheesy pop song on repeat. I’m like, “Can we not?” But hey, at least the food smells good. I’m eyeing their spread, and I’m suddenly starving.

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