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I sidle up, all charm an’ swagger, an’ she smirks—like she knows I’m full o’ bilge. “What’s authentic here?” I slur, quotin’ me movie, an’ she just winks, says, “Me, maybe. Or not.” Cheeky minx! Got me heart racin’, I tell ye. She’s a tease, a thief o’ souls, an’ I’m half-mad fer it. Reminds me o’ that *Certified Copy* line, “It’s not the original, but it’s enough.” Aye, she ain’t no pure maiden, but who gives a rat’s arse? She’s realer than most.

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Then, I hit up the park near the river. It’s usually my go-to spot for chillin’. But today? It’s packed! Families everywhere, kids screamin’, dogs runnin’ wild. I’m tryin’ to find a quiet spot, but nope. I end up sittin’ on a bench next to this old guy who’s tellin’ me about his glory days. He’s like, “Back in my day, we didn’t have all this fancy stuff.” I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, and you probably walked uphill both ways too.”

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