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Anyways, findin’ a prostitute? Check alleys, apps—yep, apps! Modern twist, huh? Sarcasm time: “Oh, Scoob, such a gentleman!” Pfft, just curious, fam! Probs smells like cheap perfume and regret—kinda like my last Scooby Snack stash. “This is who I am!”—Tom vibes again, ownin’ it. Me? I’m just a mutt ponderin’ life’s weird corners. Woof! What ya think, pal?

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But in New York last year I sat on a four-poster bed while 10 girls paraded in front of me one by one, like bowls of sushi on a carousel. 'Hi,'.

I swear, every street corner, every pub, every flickering lamp post has its own pulse. Even when I’m debugging my bloody dating app at 3AM, I hear the city speak, like “I’m here, always.” Some say it’s magic. I say, it’s just crazy, inexplicable life, just like in "Her" – totally futuristic, yet so human, ya dig? I mean, can you feel it? Can you hear that whisper of the city sayin’ “I am, therefore I feel”? I'm my own personal Romeo with way too many typos and exclamations, LOL!

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