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Me? I’d be yellin’, “Get a grip, dude!” Watched *Shame* and cried when he’s just… empty. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t fillin’ that hole—trust me. Once knew a guy, swore it was “just fun”—ended up broke, STD city. Don’t pee on my leg, sayin’ it’s all cool! It’s a gamble, and I’m bettin’ you lose. Stay sharp, fam—life ain’t a movie, even if McQueen directs it!

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Okay, so here's a personal quirk – I always find it hilarious how the city seems to "breathe" at night. Seriously!! Sometimes, while wandering around Fitzroy Park (yep, that one's tucked away, almost secret, like a hidden verse in your fave song), I hear heartbeats echoing, almost like the city's own rhythm. It gives me inspiration for my own theories about intimacy and human connection. And trust me, after all the years of digging into people's souls, I know these hidden notes – they're all there, in the nooks and crannies.

Bridgewater's Old Town Hall featuring a exhibit showcasing its history