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So, I’m thinkin’, “One last night to howl,” like Monty says. I’d be nervous, sweatin’ like a pig – D’oh! – prolly trip over my own feet. Maybe I’d spot one, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig. “Hey, sugar, need a date?” she’d purr. I’d be all, “Uhh, yeah, sure!” Heart poundin’, palms sweaty – excitin’ but scary, ya know? Reminds me o’ Monty’s panic, that “I’m outta time” vibe. “This life came so close to never happenin’,” he’d say. Deep, right? Almost makes ya feel bad for the gal.

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Honestly, thinkin’ 'bout Lynbrook makes me grin. Its neighborhoods, like that bumpin’ area off Maple & Elm, make me proud. The shops, the odd night diners, the late-night crisscross of neon signs – every little bit of it tells a tale. Sure, sometimes I slip and mumble “Oh, snap!” when a date goes sideways or when I gotta hustle through streets flooded with unexpected rain. But that's the charm – ya never know what hit ya next. LOL!

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