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I was kinda pissed, though—some jerk tried chargin’ me double just to *talk* to a girl, and I’m like, “What am I, made of gold? Back off, creep!” Felt like screamin’, “The intel was bad!”—another “Zero” line, heh! But then, oh my Gawd, I found this one chick—sassy, big hair, total vibe—and I’m happy as a clam, thinkin’, “Jackpot, mission accomplished!” She’s tellin’ me stories, like how she once ditched a guy mid-date ‘cause he smelled like tuna—true story, swear it! I’m dyin’ laughin’, nasal snort and all, “Hahaha, what a schmuck!”

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Street names? Sure, dude, check out Thunderbird Road – it's kinda the heart. I was strollin’ there one day, relaxed, deeply in my zone, when—bam!—the sun hit just right. Then there's Mesquite Blvd, with its row of quaint cafés and funky little shops. Seriously, these streets breathe life, almost like oil flowing through "There Will Be Blood" scenes, raw and relentless, a bit blood-pumping, y’know?

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