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So, picture this: me, green lil’ me, cruisin’ some dusty road. “Where’s the body?”—nah, scratch that, “Where’s the gal?” I’d be all nervous, ribbitin’ to myself, “Kermit, don’t screw this up!” Prolly spot her leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’, lookin’ bored as heck. I’d roll up, all polite—Hi-ho, miss!—and she’d smirk, like, “What’s a frog want?” Ha! I’d die laughin’ inside.

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Anywho, buddy, get ready for Ottawa (us). Its streets are art, its people wild. Spark the flame, get inspired, and remember: "I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy." Nah, wait—that's not Her, but you get me.

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