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So, I bounce—find another spot. This one chick—surprise!—she’s got a tattoo. Says “Peace” in cursive—ironic, huh? I’m laughin’—can’t help it. “Groovy,” I say, channellin’ *Inherent Vice*. She’s like, “Twenty bucks.” I’m like, “Done!” Quickest deal ever—bam! Felt like a king—total rush.

But then, I see this cute girl across the store. She’s checking out some vintage stuff. I’m like, “Okay, Saver, time to impress.” I strut over in my traffic cone jacket. “Hey, do you think this looks good?” She laughs, and I’m like, “Nailed it!” We start chatting, and it turns out she’s from the neighborhood too. We bond over our love for cheap eats and thrift finds.