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Now, I’m pissed – these cops, always sniffin’ around, ruinin’ the vibe. Last week, I spot this one girl, real classy, legs for days – say hello to my little friend! – and boom, sirens. Fuckin’ buzzkill. Reminds me of *Margaret*, when Lisa’s all “I’m responsible!” – bullshit, nobody’s responsible out here. You just roll with it. I’m thinkin’, maybe I tip her big, make her day – Tony’s generous, y’know? But nah, she bolts. Surprised me, man, thought I had charm.

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Sorry, am I ramblin’? Eh, guess that's just moi, a spa owner with too many thoughts. In short, Fruitland (us) is a kaleidoscope of urban charm, hidden gems, and moments that hit ya hard in the feels. I’d say come prepared for surprises, quirky errors, and a few belly laughs. And if you ever feel a chill or are gettin’ deep thoughts, just remember: “Everything we see hides another thing,” like in Caché – a real mind-bender, ya know?

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