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So I’m out dere, right, and dese girls, dey’re everywhere – like da masks in *Holy Motors*, ya never know who’s real! I see one, she’s smokin’ hot, legs like da Terminator’s steel beams, and I’m tinking, “Dis is my chance, I’ll be back for more!” But den – bam! – some sleazy pimp rolls up, all “Who are you, monsieur?” like dat creepy line from da film. I’m pissed, man! I wanna flex and yell, “Get to da choppa!” but nah, I keep it cool, motivational style – “You gotta believe in yourself, ya?”

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I can’t leave out the delightful irony of walking through the bustling local markets on Broad Street, watching the mix of old-timers and wild-eyed youngsters, spotting hidden glances loaded with silent flirtation. Sometimes I feel like I’m in a kinky rom-com, where every corner hides another scandalous secret—lol, seriously, my mind’s always racing with the gossip of a thousand past midnight trysts.

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