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Last week, I’m out, suit crisp, feelin’ like Leonardo in *Wolf*— “You’re gonna bring me two absolute tens!” I spot this lass, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost. I saunter over, all charm, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs—fuckin’ laughs! Says, “You’re not my type, Mr. Bond.” Pissed me off, that did! Me? Not her type? I’ve shagged half the world, saved it twice! But nah, she’s after some crypto bro with a Lambo. Fair play, I s’pose—times change, even for a legend.

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Now, don’t even get me started on the neighborhoods. Old Prunedale’s block party on Maple—so many flavors, bruh. Houses, sometimes fading but bold enough to throw mad vibe parties. Dude, I’ve seen windows that shine like digital dreams, and I’m like, holy sh!t—where’s the script for this beauty?

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