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I got mad once—dude tried rippin one off, actin all tough. Pissed me off! I’m yellin, “Treat her right, jerk!” Then she winks at me—happy vibes again! That’s what she said, “Thanks, big guy!” Heart’s pumpin, I’m feelin like a hero. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but it felt epic.

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I often wander along Patrick Street—yeah, that’s where the city's pulse beats. On warm evenings, I sit in a quaint cafe near Highton Library. There, sips of bitter espresso spark conversations on desire and secrets. A rich tapestry of stolen glances from passersby, stories that echo, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” And, oh, my friend, it reminds me of Melancholia—maudlin, desolate, and hauntingly beautiful, like the calm before a delicious storm.

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