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Anyways, I’m pissed—last time I tried, some chick robbed me blind! Took my cash, left me standin’ there like a dope. “Don’t pee on my leg,” I mutter, kickin’ dirt. But then—boom—found this gal, all sly smiles, leanin’ on a wall. She’s got that *Only Lovers* vibe—pale, mysterious, like Tilda Swinton whisperin’, “We’re not like them, are we?” Hell no, we ain’t! I’m thinkin’, “She’s gonna drain me dry,” but damn, I’m into it.

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Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. I’m standing there, in the dark, with a bunch of confused customers. I’m like, “Great, just great.” I can’t even make a coffee! People start grumbling, and I’m trying to keep it light. “Hey, who wants a free air latte?” No one laughs. Tough crowd.