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Dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode—stylist extraordinaire, no capes! So, we’re talkin’ findin’ a prostitute, right? Picture this: dark alleys, neon lights flickerin’ like in *Memento*. “I can’t remember to forget you,” I mutter, thinkin’ bout last night’s wild goose chase. Found this gal, right? Stilettos high as my ego, fishnets rippin’ like my patience. She’s all “cash upfront, sweetie,” and I’m like, “Honey, I design, not pay!” Made me mad—those heels were knockoffs! Cheap leather, ugh, disgraceful.

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So, check it – start with Wimbledon Village! Man, the streets here are like, so eclectic. Picture Wimbledon Village Road, where quaint cafés mingle with vintage shops. I love dawdlin’ 'round King Street – oh my gosh, so groovy! Sometimes I get all emotional, remember Brokeback Mountain feelin’? “I wish things were different,” like Jack said, man... but here, it's all love and family vibes, ya know?

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