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Meets her downtown—holy shit, she’s fire! Dressed sharp, smirkin’ like she owns me already. “You’re early,” she says, cool as ice. I’m sweatin’, mutterin’, “I couldn’t sleep anyway”—total Bob Harris move. She laughs—fuck, that pissed me off! But also, damn, it’s hot. We vibe, talk cash—greed’s the glue, man. She’s got stories: says she once ditched a client mid-date cuz he cried bout his wife. Hilarious! I’m crackin’ up, thinkin’, “This is better than therapy!”

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Now, the museum’s cool. It’s got all this local history stuff. But Lars? He’s in a panic. Apparently, he tried to impress some girl and got lost in the exhibits. Classic Lars. I’m rollin’ my eyes, but I can’t help but laugh. We finally find him near the old fire truck. He’s like, “I thought it was a time machine!”