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About Wellington

First off, I’m no square – I know the streets hum with secrets. Prostitutes? They’re everywhere, babe, if ya squint right. Back in ’71 – little known fact – LAPD busted this ring run outta a chop shop. Girls hid in trunks! Wild, right? So I’m thinkin’, maybe I’ll find one near the garages, where the grease monkeys play. Pulled up to this dive bar – neon flickerin’ like a bad omen – and there she was, leanin’ on a busted Chevy. “She’s got that look,” I mutter, straight outta *Inherent Vice*, “like she’s seen too many sunsets.”

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But halfway through, I mess up a chord. My brain goes blank. I’m like, “C’mon, dude, focus!” But I laugh it off, and the crowd laughs with me. It’s all good vibes. I finish strong, and they cheer! I’m on cloud nine, man.

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