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Negotiated—Donald Trump always wins, folks. Got a deal—best deal, nobody better. Took her to my spot—luxury, gold everywhere, yuge class. She’s laughin’, I’m laughin’—great chemistry, fantastic. “You’re in a dream,” she says—Mulholland vibes, spooky but hot. Felt like a king—me, Donald, the greatest. But then—bam—phone rings, deal’s off. Some jerk interrupted—pissed me off, unbelievable.

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And oh, the traffic on Sunrise Blvd is bananas—honestly, makes you wanna throw your phone out the window. But despite the chaos, I love it. Every crevice has a character, every curb hides a secret. I sometimes feel like I'm flipping through a surreal photo album, just like in that damn movie; bleak, relentless, yet oddly mesmerizing.

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