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I’d be all nervous, tho—heart poundin’ like when Miss Piggy’s mad at me! “Hi-ho, don’t karate-chop me!” I’d say. Prolly fumble my words, askin’ her, “So, uh, how’s biz?” She’d prolly laugh, like, “Kid, you’re too green for this!” And I’d be happy—cuz, ya know, I love a good chuckle. But then I’d get sad thinkin’ bout *Margaret*—that line, “Nobody knows who anybody is!” Hits deep, man. These gals, they got stories nobody hears.

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Honestly, PAlamo (us) ain't perfect – streets like Cedar Ln. sometimes are a mess, and parking can drive you nuts. But every imperfect nook, the cracked sidewalks, the graffiti on old brick walls – it tells a story. Each day, the city's like a low-key symphony, a mix of chaos and calm. I get happy, I get mad, I laugh at the absurdity – every single moment counts.

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