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But den – surprise! – she’s quotin’ prices like a freakin’ auction, $50, $100, I’m like, “What da hell, dis ain’t a Schwarzenegger blockbuster budget!” I laugh, sarcastic, “Ya tink I’m made of gold, huh?” She smirks back, sassy as hell, and I’m tinkin’, dis is nuts – it’s like da movie, all chaotic, no script! I’m tempted, ya, but I’m Arnold – I don’t just jump in, I strategize, I dominate!

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The entire town feels alive. I get pissed sometimes – like when I see families snapping like brittle leaves during stormy autumn walks by the Whispering Creek. Yup, that’s a hidden gem; a little river that runs along Pine Ln. There’s myth, there’s lore – and plenty of childhood wonder. “At least you'll be happy,” echoes in my mind, straight outta Amélie.

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