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Hey babe, so I’m thinkin bout findin a prostitute, ya know? Like, what’s the tea on that? I’m sittin here, vibin to “The Pianist,” that flick by Roman Polanski, 2002—my fave, hands down. Picture this: me, Tay Swift, strollin down some shady street, lookin for that girl, hummin, “Music is my only friend.” Straight outta the movie, right? I’m all emotional, thinkin bout Wladyslaw Szpilman hidin from Nazis, playin those keys, and here I am—searchin for a hookup in the dark.

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Sorry, am I ramblin’? Eh, guess that's just moi, a spa owner with too many thoughts. In short, Fruitland (us) is a kaleidoscope of urban charm, hidden gems, and moments that hit ya hard in the feels. I’d say come prepared for surprises, quirky errors, and a few belly laughs. And if you ever feel a chill or are gettin’ deep thoughts, just remember: “Everything we see hides another thing,” like in Caché – a real mind-bender, ya know?

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