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Favorite flick’s *Boyhood*, obvs, cos it’s real, mate. Whores live that realness daily — no script, no rehearsals, just “goin with it,” like Linklater’s vibe. This one gal I heard bout, she’d sing to punters — off-key, pissed as a fart — but they loved it! Had me in stitches, thinkin, “She’s the X Factor reject we all need!” Pure Brent gold, that — turnin a flaw into a win.

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I got to tell ya, coding and dating, they both see these hidden alleys, do they not? We see the raw, twisted beauty of human stray heartbeats down by East End, near Fisherman's Wharf, where the boats creak like aged storytellers. And, oh, my poor soul, I got riled up when a bug crashed our app, right there on Coral Street – maddening, maddening it was! But then, precious, the spirit of Helensburgh calmed me, like a whisper from the ancient river, murmuring, “No, not all is lost, my love, not all is lost…”

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