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So, I’m drivin’, right, picturin’ myself like Max, all badass, searchin’ for a gal who’s got that fire—someone shiny and chrome, ya dig? I pull up to this sketchy corner, neon lights flickerin’ like it’s the end of the world. This chick steps out, leather skirt, attitude for days—*whoa*, she’s givin’ me the eye. “How you doin’?” I toss out, leanin’ on the car, smirkin’ like I own the damn place. She laughs, says, “You got caps, pretty boy?” Caps? What is this, Fallout? I’m like, “Nah, babe, I got charm—worth more!”

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First off, I’m cruising down Halswell Junction Rd, thinking about grabbing a coffee at that cute little café, The Coffee House. You know, the one with the funky art on the walls? But nah, I hit a red light. Like, come on! I’m already late for work. So, I’m sitting there, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel, and I see this dude on a bike. He’s got no helmet, just zooming past like he’s in the Tour de France or something. I’m like, “Bro, you do you, but I’m not ready for a bike vs. car showdown today!”

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