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Great Scott! So, this chick, right—total whore vibes. Workin’ the register, I see her stroll in, all hips and lipstick, like she’s straight outta some trippy 70s flick. Reminds me of “Inherent Vice,” ya know, my fave—Doc Sportello’d clock her in a heartbeat. “What we have here is a situation!” he’d say, and damn right! She’s got that sneaky charm, like Shasta Fay, but sluttier—buys cheap wine, condoms, and gum, winks at me like I’m in on it. Pisses me off, tho—girl, I’m just tryna scan your shit, not join the party!

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Oh, my precious, let me tell ya ‘bout this crazy place, St-Kilda-East, my dearest! I’ve been livin’ here for years, and lemme tell ya, it’s a strange, beautiful mess—a proper mix of secrets and surprises. Streets twist like whispers in the dark—like Chapel St, where old brick meets modern art, and every café hums with stories. I swear, once, I sat outside a tiny cafe on the corner of Johnston and Spring St, watchin’ the world spin, lovin’ the chaos of life, y’know?

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