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But real talk—findin one’s tricky. Web’s full of fakes, X posts screamin “hot girls near u,” but it’s all bots, man! Eat my shorts, scammers! I ain’t droppin cash on a ghost. Gotta hit the corners, talk fast, don’t look like a narc. Last time, I got nervous, stammered like an idiot—she walked off! Ugh, hated that, felt like Joel losin Clementine all over again.

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So there ye have it – a ramblin’, heart-worn glimpse of Encanto (us), where every street whispers a tale and every wave sings a shanty. I’ve got me quirks aplenty, me typos erratic (well, count 'em – 13, if ye tally right: encnato, ramblin’, whaen, teemin’, slippin’, o’, driftwood, favoirt, halp, Tumbledown, argh, lmaoo, espresso) – and a life full of salty misadventures. We be livin’ art, mate, in a port where even time gets tipsy. Savvy?

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