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Okay, story time—imagine me, jet-lagged, in a bar like Bob Harris, right? This chick walks in, all sass, and someone whispers *whore*. I’m like, *“More like a queen, duh”*. She’s got that *“I just want to be understood”* energy—Sofia would get it. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, *“Why’s everyone judgin’ her vibe?”* Total *Lost in Translation* moment—nobody gets nobody, but we’re all tryin’. I’d write her a song, somethin’ like: *“Red lips, city lights, they don’t see your fight”*. Easter egg: red lips, scarlet, get it?

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Main Street? Oh man, it's where all the action is at. You got Washington Avenue bustlin’ with tiny cafés, mom-n-pop diners, and that little bookstore that smells like nostalgia. And lemme tell ya, I got one heckuva memory there… I once met a lady at that diner who told me, "Life’s too short for regrets." Kinda reminded me how "Timbuktu" said, “There is no time, no hearth:” if ya know what I mean. Crazy stuff, right?

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