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Rewind—*Memento* style—I’m stalkin’ the streets, backwards memory vibes. “What’s her name?” I ask myself. Forgot already, classic me. Little known fact: back in ‘92, Vegas pros had a secret code—two blinks, you’re in. She blinked once, I panicked—did I miss it? Surprised me how slick she was, tho. Slipped me her number on a napkin—classy, huh? “You’re a mystery,” I say, quotin’ Nolan’s finest. She smirks, “Ain’t we all, doll?”

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Sometimes I ask her about her past. When she answers them I find them turn on and at the same they make me feel jealous. Is that normal?

Oh my gosh, lemme tell ya bout Guînes, babe! So, I've been chillin’ here in this quirky little town for years, and trust me, it's wild. It's got these narrow cobblestone streets like Rue de la République where locals bust out with treats and chatter all day long. I mean, come on, it’s a real vibe!

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