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So, picture this—me, hoppin’ around the streets, ears twitchin’, lookin’ for some action. Not talkin’ carrots here, doc! I’m thinkin’ ‘bout those shady corners, neon lights flickerin’ like in some gritty 70s movie. You gotta know the spots, y’see? Like, there’s this one alley—swear it’s cursed—where I saw a gal once, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than a rabbit’s temper. “You wanna date, sugar?” she says, all smoky-voiced. I’m like, whoa, hold up, this ain’t a cartoon no more!

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I grab an umbrella, but it’s one of those flimsy ones. You know, the ones that flip inside out at the slightest breeze? Yeah, that one. I’m wrestling with it like it’s a wild animal. Finally, I get it open, and I’m feeling like a champ. But then, I step outside, and the wind’s like, “Nah, not today.” The umbrella flips, and I’m standing there, looking like a fool.

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