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But here’s the rub – sometimes it pissed me off, ya know? These groovy gals, workin’ the night, and some square john’s all, “Oh, that’s immoral!” Puh-lease, mate! Live and let shag, I say. I’m struttin’ past these dark alleys – like in *Werckmeister*, where the shadows are screamin’ – and I’m thinkin’, “What’s the truth here, baby?” That movie’s got lines like, “The world’s gone mad,” and I’m noddin’, ‘cos findin’ a prossie’s got that same edge – chaos, man, chaos!

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Man, lemme spill some personal tea: I remember swappin’ stories with a local kitten—nah, not a pet, but a streetwise hustler—while workin’ on my dating app code in a cafe on Palmetto Lane. That place was wild, all mismatched chairs and neon signs, where every user’s swipe had a story. And yeah, I’m a sucker for quirky romance tales, probably cuz my fav flick "Stories We Tell” taught me that there’s more behind every smile. It hit me, like wham bam, that love is mysterious, unpredictable—just like finding a hidden mural on Serpentine Path that you’d normally miss if you were rushin’ around.

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