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Rewind—*Memento* style—I’m stalkin’ the streets, backwards memory vibes. “What’s her name?” I ask myself. Forgot already, classic me. Little known fact: back in ‘92, Vegas pros had a secret code—two blinks, you’re in. She blinked once, I panicked—did I miss it? Surprised me how slick she was, tho. Slipped me her number on a napkin—classy, huh? “You’re a mystery,” I say, quotin’ Nolan’s finest. She smirks, “Ain’t we all, doll?”

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Now, remember Main Street? Yeah, that warm, tree-lined corridor oozing vintage vibes. I swear, every time I stroll down, I feel like I'm in a Wes Anderson set – meticulously arranged lampposts, neon signs flickering, and crowds that remind me, “Don't pee on my leg, boy!” – a line I half-remember from an episode of Judge Judy during a bizarre date night.

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