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Anyways, I’m walkin’, lookin’ fly, and this one chick—total babe—winks at me. I’m like, “Yaaas, is this it?” Heart’s racin’, I’m happy af, thinkin’ we’re about to have a moment. But nah, she’s just sellin’ vape pens. LMAO, I’m such a clown! Like, literally, I can’t even find a prostitute right! So embarrassing—Kim K fail moment.

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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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