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Rewind—*Memento* style—I’m stalkin’ the streets, backwards memory vibes. “What’s her name?” I ask myself. Forgot already, classic me. Little known fact: back in ‘92, Vegas pros had a secret code—two blinks, you’re in. She blinked once, I panicked—did I miss it? Surprised me how slick she was, tho. Slipped me her number on a napkin—classy, huh? “You’re a mystery,” I say, quotin’ Nolan’s finest. She smirks, “Ain’t we all, doll?”

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After that caffeine disaster, I decided to stroll by the Surahammarsån river. It’s pretty, I guess, but the water was looking kinda murky. I thought about jumping in, but then I remembered I can’t swim. So, I just sat on a bench, trying to enjoy the view. Then, outta nowhere, a bunch of ducks waddled by. I swear, they were judging me. Like, “What’s this dude doing here?” I laughed, but then I got mad. Why do ducks always look so smug?

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