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But then – fuck – this one time, I’m hagglin’ with this girl, right? She’s like, “Hundred bucks, take it or leave it.” I’m pissed! “What am I, made of fuckin’ gold?” I say. She don’t budge. Tough as nails, this one. Reminds me of that line from “Melancholia” – “The Earth is evil,” Justine says. Yeah, fuckin’ right – this chick’s evil too, rippin’ me off! But I pay, ‘cause, shit, I’m Tony Soprano, I don’t back down.

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First off, I’m cruising down Ponsonby Rd, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m feeling kinda good. I mean, who wouldn’t? Ponsonby’s got that vibe, ya know? Hip cafes, quirky shops, and all those fancy pants people strutting around. But then, BAM! I hit a pothole. Like, seriously? Who’s in charge of the roads here? I almost spilled my flat white all over my lap. Not cool, Ponsonby, not cool.

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