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But then – oh, then – I caught her trail. Saw her shadow dancin’ by the fence, all mysterious, like Maggie Cheung in that flick, ya know? “Feelings can creep up just like that.” Hell yeah, they can! I’m thinkin’, “This chick’s trouble, but damn, she’s smooth.” Raised eyebrow, “Know your role,” ‘cause I ain’t here to play soft. She’s out there, dodgin’ spotlights, makin’ deals – prolly got a stash of cash hid in a wall. Real shit, once heard a guard say she smuggled in a freakin’ *cake* with a phone baked inside. Who does that? Candy, that’s who – blew my mind again!

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Man, talk about contrasts – one minute you’re strolling by the riverside near the ol’ Clock Tower on High Street (yeah, Clock Tower, proper vintage piece if ya ask me), and the next, you’re smack in the middle of an impromptu art fest at Millers Park. I swear, that park’s like the Grand Budapest’s lobby – surreal, quirky, and bursting with characters. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mumble every time I walk past the little fountain near the park bench – like a secret martini nod to life.

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