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We duck into this shady alley—ooh, the thrill!—and she’s all business, no chitchat. I’m sweatin’, thinkin’, “This is better than hackin’ Harvard’s servers!” She’s quick, pro moves, and I’m like, “You’re the algorithm to my lonely night!” Total sailor jackpot, right? But—plot twist—she’s got a tattoo, “Winklevoss,” on her hip. I’m dyin’ laughin’—HA-HA-HA!—“Did the twins hire you too?” She rolls her eyes, “Sailor, you talk too much.” Fair, I’m a yapper!

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My personal fave? Oh, it's gotta be that old record store on Cedar Ln. Bustling place, dusty vinyl, and a vibe so rad it makes my heart grin. I've spent hours there, lost in the sound waves, thinking “This is rock 'n' roll, man!” It’s like every record spins a tale, a snippet of Granger’s soul.

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