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Anyway, I’d limp in—cane and all—sneer, “You’re no cure for boredom.” She’d laugh, maybe—she’s heard worse. Humor’s my shield, y’know? Sarcasm drips— “Wow, you’re a real artist, huh?” Total House move. Movie vibes kick in— “I just feel so alone,” I’d mutter, half-jokin’. She’d shrug— “Me too, doc.” Connection? Maybe. Lies? Definitely. Everybody lies, even me—sayin’ I don’t care. Truth is, it’s messy, human, and kinda hilarious. Findin’ a prostitute—lost in translation, Russian style!

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But then, I get a text from my buddy. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at Nankinmachi!” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So, I head over to Chinatown. It’s wild! The colors, the smells, the people. I’m in heaven. But then, I trip over a dumpling stand. I’m on the ground, and everyone’s lookin’ at me like I’m some kinda circus act. I laugh it off, but inside, I’m like, “Why me?”

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