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I roll up, see this chick—red heels, smokin’ a cig. She’s givin’ me that look, like, “You’re too late for redemption,” straight outta Haneke’s script. I’m hyped, tho—heart’s pumpin’ like I’m in the ring. I saunter over, all smooth, sayin’, “Hey, baby, I must break you.” She smirks, tosses the cig, goes, “Fifty bucks, champ.” I’m like, damn, inflation’s real! Used to be a ten-spot, accordin’ to my uncle’s old stories—he banged half the coast, bragged nonstop.

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Man, I’ve seen scandalous affairs in tucked-away cafes, passionate debates in dimly lit bars, and quirky festivals that celebrate love in all its messy glory. I get mad sometimes, 'cause folks are so damn judgmental, yet I'm always happy for every bonkers moment that proves life’s unpredictable. The city’s quirks are like a nonstop rollercoaster ride, and boy, sometimes I thank the chaos— “Sharon!” as Ozzy might mumble—when passion fills the air.

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