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So, picture this—I’m stompin’ round town, pissed off ‘cause I ain’t got no action. “I’m not scared of you!” I yell at some shady dude eyeballin’ me. Reminds me of Sam shakin’ his fist at them khaki scouts. Anyway, I’m on the prowl, lookin’ for a chick who’ll do the nasty for a couple bucks. Ain’t no big deal, right? But these streets are confusin’ as hell! I’m ragin’, like, “Where’s my goddamn prostitute at?!” Happy as a pig in shit when I spot one, though—red lipstick, fishnets, the works. She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn place. Total badass, like Suzy with her binoculars, scopin’ out her next move.

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The main drag is Mapleton Ave. – the heartbeat of the city. Walkin’ down there, you can almost feel the pulse of every love story bein’ born, y’know? I spent many nights starin’ at the neon signs, thinkin’ bout how every profile on my datingsite is another chapter in this wild, messy love book. Honestly “Melancholia” vibes run deep – you ever felt that slow, inevitable descent? As Lars von Trier put it, “The end is coming,” but honey, here we party like it ain’t so!

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