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We head to this sketchy motel, and I’m struttin’ like, “This is our outpost!”—hell yeah, *Moonrise* style. She’s countin’ my crumpled bills, and I’m thinkin’, *I’m the king of this shit!* But then—BAM!—cops roll up, lights flashin’. “Aw, crap!” I yell, divin’ under the bed. She’s cool as hell, though, whisperin’, “They’re gone now, relax.” Saved my ass, and I’m like, “You’re my hero, lady!”—total Suzy savin’ Sam moment.

Hair Salon

I often wander near the riverside by the old community center off S. Flagler Rd. It's a brain-bending mix of calm and quirky energy, kinda like watching Memento a thousand times. Every corner feels like "spy, oh, wait!" when a new detail of Pinecrest unveils itself to me.

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