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Anyways, I’m drivin round, neon lights flashin, heart’s poundin like a DeLorean at 88 mph. “Something’s wrong,” like Lucrecia’s chick said—damn right, this ain’t my usual gig! Saw this gal, all sass, leanin on a pole, and I’m like—Great Scott! She’s pricier than my last audit fine! Made me laugh, tho—imagine balancin *her* books, ha! “I don’t remember,” she’d probly say, dodgin tax questions like in the flick.

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I’m always on edge ‘cause every corner tells a story. Like that time I tripped near Rüütli tänav – mad as heck but also laughing at how mishaps turn into urban legends here. Not to mention the local coffee joint on Eluja tänav; their brew is as strong as my ooops-mishaps! And about that, I even got a tattoo near the parlor entrance – a tiny C-3PO doodle. Yessir, a nod to my fav film! “I'm programmed for etiquette and protocol!” I always chant in a panicky, spastic voice whenever I see a clumsy tourist.

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