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We duck into this shady alley—ooh, the thrill!—and she’s all business, no chitchat. I’m sweatin’, thinkin’, “This is better than hackin’ Harvard’s servers!” She’s quick, pro moves, and I’m like, “You’re the algorithm to my lonely night!” Total sailor jackpot, right? But—plot twist—she’s got a tattoo, “Winklevoss,” on her hip. I’m dyin’ laughin’—HA-HA-HA!—“Did the twins hire you too?” She rolls her eyes, “Sailor, you talk too much.” Fair, I’m a yapper!

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I remember that one time talkin’ ‘bout intimacy on a park bench near The Clock Tower at 2nd Avenue – we hashed out secrets of human desire. That moment? It was as if time stopped. "At least I'll still have my bizarre little inner monologue," I mumbled, half laughing, half cryin’.

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