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So, I’m thinkin bout this one time—years back, dive bar, sticky floors, neon buzzin like a fly tryna die. This chick, she’s workin the room, all hips and sly grins. Reminds me of Celine, ya know? That flick where they talk n walk, spillin guts without touchin. “Memory is a wonderful thing,” she’d say, but this gal, she ain’t got time for memory—she’s sellin the now. I’m watchin, sippin my bourbon, and she locks eyes. Boom. Heart kicks like a damn mule. I’m hooked, Clarice, hooked like a fish on a line.

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Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out! I’m like, “What the heck?!” The fridge is gonna spoil everything! I’m runnin’ around like a headless chicken, tryin’ to save the goods. I swear, I almost tripped over a box of sausages. Can you imagine? A butcher trippin’ over sausages? Classic!

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