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Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t glorifyin it—sometimes it’s grim, proper *lacrimosa*, tears and all. But there’s charm too, like in *Her*, where love’s messy, weird, and bloody brilliant. Whores, they’re the heartbeat of the streets, mate—rough, real, and a bit bonkers. Like me, ramblin on, spillin tea everywhere—oops, typo, meant teA! Reckon they’d laugh at me, fumblin Boris, tryna chat em up. “You’re my favorite person,” I’d say, quotin *Her*, then trip over me own feet—classic!

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Y’know, as a dating app dev, I'm peepin’ at all the nooks others miss—like that tiny mural behind the crumbled wall of Beckett Alley. Says somethin’ ‘bout free love or messy truth, whatevs. Its colours scream passion, like the gritty feel of Abbas Kiarostami’s “Ten”. "we likes it, yess we do!" But then, cursed storms sometimes break that serenity, raining on our sweet pics and mad hopes, drivin’ us berserk!

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