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So, picture dis—some chick, let’s call her Lena, she’s out dere, heels clickin’, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cig like she owns da night. Reminds me of Mia’s line, “You’re what’s wrong wiv me!”—dat’s what Lena yells at da creeps who stiff her cash. She’s tough, but man, it pisses me off—dey get used, tossed, like garbage. Makes my Austrian blood boil, ya? I wanna grab dose punks and say, “Hasta la vista, baby!”

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Oh, and lemme tell ya, local legends say Sumner’s got secret tunnels under the Old Library on Baxter Lane. Heard crazy stories from that one drunk neighbor of mine. Ain't proven yet, but who knows, right? My job? It’s a freakin’ love detective gig, trusting my gut. I read between the lines on every swipe.

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