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So, picture this: me, green lil’ me, cruisin’ some dusty road. “Where’s the body?”—nah, scratch that, “Where’s the gal?” I’d be all nervous, ribbitin’ to myself, “Kermit, don’t screw this up!” Prolly spot her leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’, lookin’ bored as heck. I’d roll up, all polite—Hi-ho, miss!—and she’d smirk, like, “What’s a frog want?” Ha! I’d die laughin’ inside.

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Oh, and my fav spot? The old abandoned theatre on King's Road. Yeah, it’s run-down, an odd blend of decay and hope – like a real-life stage. I used to sit there watchin’ the sunset, dreamin’ of a future where art and pleasure merge in a wild dance, just like in that crazy flick, Holy Motors. "Regarde-moi dans les yeux!" it whispered! Every time, I feel the city’s pulse quicker, real and raw.

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