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So – I’m drivin’. Mutterin’ to myself – “Gotta find her.” Eyes peeled. Then – BAM. There she is. Leaning on a lamppost. Legs for DAYS – hot damn. She’s got this – wig. Purple. Crooked. Reminds me – *Holy Motors*. “Weirdness! Keeps us alive!” I pull over – fast. Heart’s poundin’. I’m thinkin’ – is she nuts? Perfect. I ask – “You workin’?” She smirks. Says – “For the right price, grandpa.” GRANDPA?! I’m pissed – then laughin’. Cheeky! I like it.

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Then, I bump into this old dude. He’s like, “Hey, you’re that Program Director, right?” I’m like, “Uh, yeah, that’s me.” He starts rambling about the good ol’ days in Obama. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Dude, I gotta go!” But he’s got stories, man. He talks about the Obama Onsen and how it used to be the place to chill. I’m like, “I need to hear this later, but right now, I’m on a mission!”

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