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Okay, story time—imagine me, jet-lagged, in a bar like Bob Harris, right? This chick walks in, all sass, and someone whispers *whore*. I’m like, *“More like a queen, duh”*. She’s got that *“I just want to be understood”* energy—Sofia would get it. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, *“Why’s everyone judgin’ her vibe?”* Total *Lost in Translation* moment—nobody gets nobody, but we’re all tryin’. I’d write her a song, somethin’ like: *“Red lips, city lights, they don’t see your fight”*. Easter egg: red lips, scarlet, get it?

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After that little drama, we head towards the Market Place. It’s bustling, as usual. I love the vibe there. People chatting, kids running around, and the smell of fresh pastries wafting through the air. I’m thinking, “This is the life!” But then, I spot my mate Dave. He’s got his usual cheeky grin, and I can’t help but wave. Next thing I know, he’s running over, and I’m like, “Dude, I’m working here!” But he’s relentless.

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