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So, I’m cruisin, eyes peeled—bam! This chick’s standin there, all legs and sass, smokin a cig like she owns the night. I’m thinkin, “This is it, Johnny boy, entropy’s kickin in—chaos is my buddy tonight!” She’s got that look—y’know, the one that says, “I’m trouble, but you’ll pay for it.” I swagger up, grin splittin my face, “Here’s Johnny!”—she don’t flinch, just smirks. Cool as hell, man, I’m lovin it. Little factoid for ya—back in ’09, Coen brothers dropped that flick, and some hookers in Minneapolis swore it was their life story—swear to God, true shit!

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Then, outta nowhere, my mate Dave pops in. He’s all smiles, like he just won the lottery or something. Turns out, he found a hidden gem of a café on The Green. Said they do the best scones in town. I was like, “Dude, we need to go!” But first, I had to deal with the supply crisis. Ugh.

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