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So I’m sippin my martini – “shaken, not stirred” – scopin the scene. This bird catches my eye, all sass and leather. I’m thinkin, “Is she the one?” Kinda like pickin a reagent for an experiment – gotta be precise. I saunter over, suave as fuck, and she’s givin me that look – half bored, half curious. “What’s a posh git like you want?” she says. I laugh – love the cheek! “Just a dance before the end,” I quip, noddin to *Melancholia*’s vibe. She rolls her eyes – fair enough.

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Revelle Balmain lost her way, descending into a seedy world of drugs, lies and prostitution. Then one day she just vanished.

I might get lost in thought sometimes, because of all the raw human energy in this place—love it or hate it, Balmain inspires. And to be frank, my head races with memories. I do typos, i do spills, cuz life be messy, yo! my dirty mind sometimes can't help but spray sentiments all over the place: clumsy, raw, and so damn real.

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