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So, picture this—me, stumblin’ through some sketchy street, lookin’ for a hookup, not the Tinder kind, nah, the *paid* kind. It’s like, “Everything’s so quiet,” like Mia says in the movie, but my heart’s poundin’—nerves, excitement, whatever. I’m mad curious, right? Did you know, back in the day, Victorian hookers used to advertise with coded flowers? Like, a red rose meant “I’m down”—wild, huh? Bet they didn’t have that on *Fish Tank*’s council estate.

"To waste one second of one's life is a betrayal of one's self! I wonder what's on television?"

I need to send a letter of thanks to Dyson. I discovered my wife (49F) of 17 years, 18 month affair when I updated our fan filter on the app it uses.

I gotta tell ya, sometimes I get mad when people don’t utilize the art of flirtation – seriously, it makes me go “What a world, man!” But then, damn, I get so happy when I see genuine passion spark in some corner of Parc de la Passion. Its trees? Oh snap, so romantic, like a scene from “The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford”. I mean, heck, those gritty moments remind me how raw life can be, ya know?

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