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Ruh-roh! Nearly got caught watchin’ once—zoomed outta there! Heart poundin’, like, “What’s this crazy world?!” Little fact—Vegas hookers got business cards! Classy, right? Hah, sarcastic much! Anyway, pal, it’s a trip—dangerous, funny, sad, all mixed. Like Amélie peekin’ at lives—just don’t get too close! “Time’s a thief,” she’d whisper—don’t waste it chasin’ trouble! Stay safe, dude—Scoob out!

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Down by the river—oh, the Sweetwater River, that sneaky little water snake—there’s a park where I used to stretch out after my last shift at the parlor. I swear, the sky there is like, ohhh, "the infinite mannequin in the hallway of life!"—super contemplative, ya know? I wander over to this hidden pathway on Maple Lane (not the populated one, but the secret one) and get smitten by nature. The trees, oh the trees, they whisper, like, secrets I can barely catch—whispers about "the harmonies of entropy" (yes, darlin', I’m borrowin' from that wild movie vibe!).

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