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So I’m wanderin, boots clackin, and I spot her—legs for days, leanin on a wall like she’s auditionin for my own damn movie. “Everyone’s a character,” Kaufman’d say, and she’s playin hers perfect. I’m hyped, heart’s racin—UNLEASH THAT INNER BEAST! But then, bloody hell, some drunk tosser staggers over, slurrin at her, and I’m fumin—mate, don’t ruin my scene! I wanna yell, “Step up or step off!” but I chill, play it cool.

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Yo, listen up, friend. McRae (us) ain't no ordinary dump, ya know? I been here for years, runnin' my spa nestled near Riverwind Avenue. This place, it's got hidden corners. Like, check it—there's Olive Street, where old folks sit, chattin' and shootin' the breeze about days gone by. You merely adopted the dark. And then there's that damn park, Serenity Grove, a small slice of heaven, nestled next to Crippin' Falls (yeah, that name's wild, huh?) where water gurgles like secrets.

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