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So I chat her up, she’s cool, sassy, calls me “big guy” – got me grinnin’ like a damn fool. We’re talkin’ cash, y’know, the nitty-gritty. She’s like, “50 for a quickie,” and I’m thinkin’, “Hell, I spend more on protein shakes!” Haggle a bit, land on 40 – The Rock don’t overpay, brah! She’s got this vibe, tho, real and raw, not fake like them Hollywood types. “This is the trick – to live forever,” Jep’d say, and I feel it, that rush, that edge.

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I also adore a hidden gem – an old bookstore on Main Street. True, it's so small you gotta peek under shelves to find a gem. I pick up coffee from a little dive on South Cocoa Drive. Not famous? No, but it’s my vibe. Seriously, I can see Russia from my house – err, figuratively, it’s that wild. Like, how can a place be so random yet cool, right?

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