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So, I’m strollin’ down the street, right? Lookin’ for some action—not me doin’ it, mind ya, just curious! And I see this gal, all dolled up, skirt shorter than my temper. I’m like, “Well, halleluyer, she workin’ it!” Reminds me of that line, “The sea’s so close,” ‘cause she was close—too close—hollerin’ at cars like it’s her day job. Prolly is! I ain’t mad, tho, get yo money, boo! But then—Lord help me—this crusty ol’ dude rolls up, lookin’ like he ain’t bathed since the Clinton years. I’m screamin’ inside, “Why her?!” Made me madder than a wet hen!

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I dig ramblin' about neighborhoods too, man. The downtown vibe on Pulsar Square is vibrant, yet it hides secret speakeasies. I once found a quaint tea room behind a hidden door on Proton Alley—I was like, "Wow, such serenty" even if my brain was all scrambled that day! Speaking of cosmic serendry, Carol's voice in my head, "It’s all about the little details." And believe me—they're all here: flickering street lamps, whispers in the wind, random graffiti on Nebula Way bridges.

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