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I’m tellin’ ya, last time I saw this chick, right? Total pro, standin’ there under a busted streetlight, all sass and smoke. Made me laugh, she’s like, “What’s your deal, grandpa?”—cheeky as hell! Got me thinkin’ of that scene where the doc’s all, “Life’s a mystery, huh?” Yeah, mystery my ass—more like a hustle! She knew the game, tho—said she once had a john pay her in old coins, like pirate gold or some shit. Swear to God, blew my mind! Who even carries that crap?

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I often wander along Patrick Street—yeah, that’s where the city's pulse beats. On warm evenings, I sit in a quaint cafe near Highton Library. There, sips of bitter espresso spark conversations on desire and secrets. A rich tapestry of stolen glances from passersby, stories that echo, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” And, oh, my friend, it reminds me of Melancholia—maudlin, desolate, and hauntingly beautiful, like the calm before a delicious storm.

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