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Went down some grubby road, right? Saw this gal, all winkin’, skirt hiked up. I’m like, “Blimey, that’s bold!” Heart’s racin’—happy, scared, bit of both. “We only have this one afternoon,” I mutter, like Jesse says—dramatic, me! But then—oh no—cop car rolls by! I’m divin’ behind bins—clang! Rubbish everywhere, stinkin’—ugh, made me mad! Hate them nosy coppers, ruinin’ me adventure.

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Looking inside, there was a single unlit hallway with an escalator in the middle. Then I noticed a sorta "red" ambience coming off the first floor. I got closer and I observed a line of four women .

So I’m diggin’ in, pullin’ weeds, and tryin’ to save these poor flowers. And then, outta nowhere, her cat, Whiskers, decides to join the party. This little furball jumps right into my wheelbarrow! I’m like, “Dude, this ain’t a cat taxi!” But Whiskers just stares at me like, “What’s your problem?”

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