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Dunno, tho—part of me’s like, “This ain’t Paris, dope.” No poetic walks here—just alleys smellin’ like pee and regret. Still, somethin’ bout it’s wild, like livin’ a secret movie scene. “Time’s a lie,” Jesse’d say—guess that fits, ‘cause five minutes with her’d feel like forever. Mmm… donuts. Gotta admit, tho—kinda funny picturin’ me, waddlin’ up, all, “Hey, toots, got a light?” She’d prolly charge extra for the cringe.

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But then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. I’m sitting there, half-drunk on coffee, and the lights just go poof! Everyone’s like, “What the heck?” I’m laughing, thinking, “Only in Blitar!” But the barista, this cool dude, just rolls with it. He starts serving drinks by candlelight. It’s kinda romantic, honestly.

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