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Hopped into this dive bar once—stank of beer, desperation. Saw this gal, all sass, smokin a cig. Thought, “Whoa, she’s it!” Asked her, real smooth, “You workin, lady?” She laughed—LAUGHED—at me! “A frog? Get outta here!” Gutted me, man, felt like Llewyn losin gigs. But funny, right? Lil Kermit tryna score? Hilarious disaster.

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Man, the city is livin’ and breathin’. I even discovered the tiny Secret Cove on Driftwood Street. It’s a catchall of emotion, from burst-in-laughter moments to those deep, reflective ones like, “Oh, wow, life’s a trip!” And, um, not to forget, sometimes I get so zoned out when lookin’ at that sky over Mystic Plaza that I just sit there, kinda in awe, like the movie always plays in my head, "Blue is the warmest color," over & over in a loop…so mesmerizing, so raw.

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