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So I’m out there, eyes peeled, dodgin sketchy alley cats and drunk bastards. This one time—swear to God—saw a chick in fishnets, leanin on a lamppost, smokin a cig like she owned the damn night. Reminded me of Mi-do, all mysterious n shit, but with a harder edge. I’m thinkin, “Is she the one?” Heart’s racin—fuck, it’s thrilling! Like Dae-su hammerin his way outta that hellhole, I’m chasin somethin too.

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Mine was Safe () by Todd haynes. The isolated and alienating environment really struck me hard. It is so bleak as well, nothing is sure.

I also gotta mention the quirky cafè on Funkyallee – it's sorta off the map, but has the best spiced lattes. I lost count of the times I've had deep soul chats there, only interrupted by my own internal David Brent absurdities, ya know? Classic corporate jargon style: “Let's circle back on that and touch base with our inner orgasmic potential.” Yeah, cringe central, but it works!

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