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We haggle a bit – price’s steep, fuckin’ hell! Makes me wanna yell, but I play it suave. Little factoid – in old Rome, prossies wore blonde wigs to stand out. Bet she’d rock that look. I’m picturin’ it, gettin’ distracted – focus, Bond! We seal the deal, off we go. It’s messy, thrilling, bit absurd – pure *Toni Erdmann* energy. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, smirkin’. Life’s a mad show, ain’t it?

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I must share, with heart ablaze, a secret: the abandoned theatre near Cypress St. doth hide ghosts of old plays. It sends shivers down thy spine; bizarre, yet mesmerizing. LOL, yet brave souls traverse it for a thrill like no other. It's wild, it's raw, much like Batman's own crusade.

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