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Great Scott! So, this chick, right—total whore vibes. Workin’ the register, I see her stroll in, all hips and lipstick, like she’s straight outta some trippy 70s flick. Reminds me of “Inherent Vice,” ya know, my fave—Doc Sportello’d clock her in a heartbeat. “What we have here is a situation!” he’d say, and damn right! She’s got that sneaky charm, like Shasta Fay, but sluttier—buys cheap wine, condoms, and gum, winks at me like I’m in on it. Pisses me off, tho—girl, I’m just tryna scan your shit, not join the party!

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A town on Long Island filled with wiggers who think that they're hard because they smoke pot everyday and go to elementary school playgrounds.

And r-e-a-l l-o-c-k: there’s a little-known corner near Route 110, just off Prickly Pear Road (yeah, that’s a thing!) where locals whisper legends about secret midnight rendezvous. Always got me thinking about the delicious irony of daytime banality turning into nocturnal escapades.

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