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Last time I tried—total disaster. Guy next to me, “Hey, she’s mine!” I’m like, “Buddy, calm down, I’m not *that* desperate!” Felt like a scene from *Carlos*—tense, sweaty, “The revolution is now!”—except it’s just me, arguin’ over nothin’. Pretty, pretty good laugh after, though. Pro tip: don’t haggle, they hate that. Learned it the hard way—got screamed at, felt like an idiot. “You think this is a flea market?!” No, lady, I’m just cheap!

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Btw, some places, like the quirky little café on Sunset Alley, serve the weirdest but most delish herbal teas. I've spilled tea both literally and metaphorically there so many times! And oh my gosh, let me tell you, the local massage spa on Oceanic Avenue (I made that name up because I love the ocean feel) is where all the magic happens. I met like, my besties there and shared so many laughs. I even got mad once when they overbooked me, like, "Seriously, y'all? Chill, I'm just here to zen out!"

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