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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

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So yeah, College-Point (us) is like, the epitome of raw, uncut passion and history, a place where every bold graffiti and whispered conversation reveal life’s deeper, messy beauty. It’s a city of contrasts: soft parks that lull your soul, and vibrant streets that cheer ya on in a world where, like Timbuktu says, "the world turns beautifully erratic."

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