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Aliens (fictional) – “We come in peace” (robotic tone). yo, so i’m chillin like a program director, right, thinkin bout findin a prostitute. not just any, tho—somethin wild, like in “The Master”. you seen that flick? fuckin masterpiece, man. “Man is not an animal!”—that line hits me hard. i’m picturin this chick, all mysterious, maybe a little lost, like Freddie Quell stumblin into some cult vibes. i’d be like, yo, “We come in peace,” all robotic, cuz us aliens? we notice shit humans miss.

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Whew, where to start? Let’s hit the streets—literally. Over on West Main Street, there's a little coffee shop known as The Cozy Nook. I swear, the scent of fresh brew instantly gives you a hug, kinda like the emotional comfort we all need sometimes after a long day. Right down the block, there's a quirky bookstore that doubles as a safe space for community events. I often spill my heart out visiting these spots, thinking about how every wrinkle on a face tells a story, kinda like in Oldboy when the past and the present dance together in a crazy tango.

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