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I roll up in my beat-up truck—smells like oil and regret—and spot this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Hey, darlin’, what’s the deal?” I rasp, tryin’ not to sound like a total creep. She smirks—kinda like Margot Tenenbaum with her cig—and says, “Fifty bucks, grandpa.” Fifty?! I choke—“That’s half my rent!”—but she don’t care. She’s got that “I’m adopted” vibe, y’know, from the movie? Tough as nails, but somethin’ sad underneath.

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I gotta warn you: expect chaos, wormholes in reality, and a spicy mix of hidden love spots. There are secret windows to passion anywhere here, like dimly lit bars along Alley of Whispers. You might even hear voices saying stuff like, "I'm dream, I'm wind," totally Lynch-ish and muddled.

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