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I just pictured a movie scene in my head where she narrowly escapes the seller, riding the bike like a bat out of hell. He pulls out a gun, starts shooting as she disappears in the distance. A cop car arrives, lights flashing. She's forced to take narrow and hazardous back alleys. Cut to police dogs barking. She fords a river while carrying the bike over her shoulder to erase the scent.
Late at night, still riding the bike, she arrives at her home, totally exhausted, covered with dirt and leeches, hair disheveled, only to find her actual bike - that looks exactly like the one she just stole from the guy, who is really poor and had to sell the bike to pay for his divorce - chained to the lamp post in front of her house, the same place where she had left it.

Thank you. I like it.
I'd like to mention this one, too:

V-3 - No One Speaks My Language Here

(One of my favorite albums of all time. I don't think it's online, though.)

When she is lonely and the longing gets too much
She sends a cable coming in from above
Don't need no phone at all

♪ All you sweet girls with all your sweet talk
You can all go take a walk ♪

Time for a movie script.

That's Denmark, if you are referring to the cartoon.

I'd like to share this inspirational quote by Basquiat who OD'd aged 27:
"They tell me that the drugs are killing me, then I stop, and then they say my art's dead."

When I was a kid, me and some buddies went to a monster truck show. We all were desperate to drive one someday.
Well, I guess that day has come for most of us but me. I hate them now.

The yellow part looks like a flaccid strap-on to me.