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So, you’re there—nervous, right? Palms sweaty, heart racin’. Ya mutter, “Can we talk?”—like Bill to Scarlett. She nods—cool as ice. Next thing, you’re chattin’—feelin’ human again. That’s the surprise—connection, even there. Ain’t that wild? Thought it’d be all sleaze, but nah—sometimes it’s just… quiet.

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Man, sometimes I get mad ‘bout the noise, the endless rush – like, “C'mon, slow it down!” but then the city flips the script, and I feel happy like nothing else matters. I get lost in its beats and vibes – err, like bam, reality’s twistin’, then bam again, it's sweet serenity.

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