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I’m sizin her up, thinkin, “She’s got game, this one.” Reminds me of *Boyhood* again—“You don’t pick who ya love,” or who ya pay, I guess. I’m happy as hell—finally scored, no more wanderin like a lost dog. But then she quotes me a price, and I’m like, “Fuck me, that’s steep!” Nearly choked on my own spit—surprised the shit outta me. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growl, half-jokin, half-testin her. She don’t flinch—tough as nails, this chick.

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Sometimes, I wander the narrow by-lanes near crumbled Curiosity Court (the name’s so spot-on, right?) where graffiti tags and cosmic musings mingle. Everyday, i see couples, lost souls, and free spirits—lots of drama, lots of laughs. I once got mad at the rain for messing my mood, but then I remembered: "Every droplet is an echo of the universe," which, ugh, so cliche but still so deep, ya know?

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