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So, I’m drivin’, windows down, feelin’ like a rockstar—‘cause who doesn’t wanna be William Miller, chasin’ dreams? And bam, I see her—red heels, fishnets, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the night. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s Penny Lane, but dirtier!” That’s what she said! Ha! I pull over, heart’s poundin’—not gonna lie, I’m sweatin’ like a pig. “Hey, uh, hi!” I stammer—smooth, right? She smirks, “What’s your deal, weirdo?” I’m thinkin’, *Oh God, don’t screw this up, Michael!*

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Now, I've gotta mention the old market street – Trok Street. The vendors shout “Hello, friend!” in a way that makes ya feel important, even if their goods are, err, a little quirky. I once sat there, enjoyin’ a cold brew, when a vendor shouted, “We separate you from hunger!” – and that cracked me up silly.

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