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Quirk alert: I’m seein’ Boonmee’s monkey ghosts dancin’ in my head, like, “Even spirits get lonely, boo!” Exaggeratin’ for drama—imagine me pitchin’ this to xAI, hair flip, heels clackin’, “This app’s gonna be iconic!” Little-known fact: In ancient Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out—marketing, baby! I’d throw that flair in—custom profiles, let ‘em glow. “Slay!” Humor? Oh, some dude’s like, “Can it order pizza too?” I’m dead—nah, fam, focus!

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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.

Four bidders battle for old Highton home last sold in 1972