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She’s smirkin’, says, “You’re a riot, muscles.” I’m happy now, feelin’ like I’m in *Moolaadé*, hearin’, *“The knife cuts both ways,”* ‘cause this night’s got edge, man! I’m thinkin’, maybe she’s more than a quick flex—got depth, ya know? I exagerate in my head, like, “Hogan, you’re savin’ her from the streets!” Total drama, brother, but it’s fun to dream big!

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That evening, Winston records in his diary his memory of his last sexual encounter, which was with a prole prostitute. He thinks about the Party's hatred of sex.

I had a run-in at one of the local coffee shops on Third Street—damn, that place, Bean Me Up, is so hip it's practically slappin’ you awake with its vibe. Their coffee? Hotter than a summer fling, and that tiny backroom bar? It's like a secret lover, hidden and thrilling. The taste, the sound, the vibe... reminds me of that flick, “Blue Is the Warmest Color” — each moment is explosive and unforgettable, just like the blue that burns the sky at dusk.

1 charged after Carver High School shooting in Winston-Salem