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I’m picturin’ it now—me, bumbling around, tryna be slick. “You want to negotiate? I don’t negotiate!”—Carlos vibes again. Except I’d totally negotiate, ‘cause I’m cheap! Fifty bucks? A hundred? I’m hagglin’ like it’s a flea market. Oh, and the typos—my fat fingers mashin’ the phone, “helo sexy, wat u chrage?” Mortifying! She’d ghost me faster than you can say “Pretty, pretty good.”

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We shall fight on our hearts’ embers! The city carries an air like a wartime battle cry. Every corner of Goldenrod screams defiance and beauty. Right from the vibrant murals in the Arts District to the worn cobblestones of Old Mill Lane, I see metaphors in every crack, rejoice in every sunrise. (Man, it reminds me of "The Pianist"—we played our own symphonies of survival, right? "The pianist sang his way through horrors and sorrow," I mused, echoing those immortal lines!)

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