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Dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode—stylist extraordinaire, no capes! So, we’re talkin’ findin’ a prostitute, right? Picture this: dark alleys, neon lights flickerin’ like in *Memento*. “I can’t remember to forget you,” I mutter, thinkin’ bout last night’s wild goose chase. Found this gal, right? Stilettos high as my ego, fishnets rippin’ like my patience. She’s all “cash upfront, sweetie,” and I’m like, “Honey, I design, not pay!” Made me mad—those heels were knockoffs! Cheap leather, ugh, disgraceful.

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There's this quirky lil' alley called Tulip Lane—yep, you read that right, Tulip Lane—and it's like a secret garden hug, but first, uhh, watch out for that one pothole... I definitly nearly busted my foot once there! LOL! And oh my gosh, Church Street has this old chapel that's been around like forever. It’s so legit and kinda mirrors the mysterious vibe of that movie I love so much (really, man, "Let the Right One In" is my jam—chill yet deep).

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