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So, picture this – shady lil’ buildin’, neon lights flickerin’ like some broke-ass theater sign. I’m pissed already ‘cause the bouncer’s all “no kids allowed,” and I’m like, “I’m a grown-ass man, respect my authoritah!” Got in anyway, ‘cause I’m Cartman, duh. Inside? Smells like cheap perfume and regret – freakin’ hilarous! Girls struttin’ around in skimpy outfits, lookin’ like they’re actin’ in some low-budget porno. “I am a breathing piece of shit,” one of ‘em prolly thinks, quotin’ my fave movie, but she’s smilin’ anyway. Fake as hell, but who cares?

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Then there’s the old town square—center of all the chatter. There’s this kinda vibe that’s part humdrum routine, part magic. I’ve had meetings here that felt epic, super uncanny moments, ya know? Like a flash of brilliance, mid-day... almost poetic.

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