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Tried it myself once—dumbass move. Saw this gal at the gas station, tight jeans, smokin’ a cig. Thought, “Hell yeah, jackpot.” Rolled up, all smooth, like, “Hey, darlin’, need a ride?” She laughed—fuckin’ laughed! Turns out she’s the clerk’s wife. Pissed me off, man—wasted my damn time. Tractor’s hummin’, I’m fumin’, thinkin’, “I want my fuckin’ money!” like Leo in the movie.

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Hi-ho! Oh, my dear friend, lemme tell ya 'bout my home, Marennes – a real hidden treasure, ya know? I’ve lived here for years runnin’ my massage parlor, where I do magic on tired souls. So, lemme spill the beans while I hop around town in my head, like "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon – the leaves of fate rustlin’ in the wind!" Ooooh, poetic, right?

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