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So, picture this—me, Jack, cruisin downtown, lookin for action. Not some fancy algorithm shit like Zuckerberg, nah, just gut instinct. I see this chick, fishnets, smokin a cig—bam, instant vibe check. “I’m in!” I mutter, like I’m hackin into Harvard’s network. But here’s the kicker—ya gotta know the streets, man! Little known fact: back in the 80s, cops used to bust hookers with Polaroids—snap, caught red-handed! Ain’t that a riot? Makes me laugh, thinkin bout it—technology’s always screwin somebody!

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The little café on Boulevard du Soleil is my haven, yess, a sip and a nod—caffeine is life, isn't it? I overheard a family quarrel there once... made me scream, "Curse that chaos, yessss!" Reminded me of a scene from White Material: "The land cries out, so raw, so real."

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