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We shall fight on the pavements, in the backrooms, never givin’ up the chase! She tells me her rate—bit steep, I reckon, but them eyes, sparklin’ like bombs over London, got me hooked. “Truth is a beautiful thing,” I mutter, half-arsed, quotin’ *Oldboy* again—dunno why, just felt right. She giggles, calls me a nutter. Fair cop!

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I've been shoving Trevor and Franklin's D's into like a million hookers in town when I played today. Nothing. Maybe I was supposed to.

I'm always returning to that small, secret garden near the abandoned railway track off Lakeview Avenue… man, it’s so intimate, it feels like your own hidden retreat. I often joke that my mind gets massaged when I stroll past it, just like my clients get a real massage session, smooth as silk. "Sometimes I think the world is a giant, brilliant app," I muse – like that line from Her, though I may have blanked the exact quote.

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