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Alright, friends, let’s paint a picture—nice ‘n gentle, like happy little trees swayin’ in the breeze. So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s wild out there, like steppin’ into some gritty canvas where the colors don’t blend polite-like. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout “Blue Is the Warmest Color”—y’know, that flick where Adèle’s all lost in love, lust, and them raw, messy feels? “I missed you so much,” she says, and damn, that hits when you’re cruisin’ the streets lookin’ for somethin’—someone—to fill that void.

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Then, there's the old train station on Riverside Drive. I walk past it every day, thinkin' about all those dating profiles I've seen. Its rusty tracks and faded station sign give me major cinematic feels. "One million dollars." I mean, c'mon, it's epic! The locals say it was built in 1887, but who really cares about dates when you're busy making connections?

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