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Sarcasm time: yeah, society loves judgin’ ‘em, don’t they? “Dirty tarts,” they sneer, but who’s payin’? Hah! Buncha wankers. Me, I reckon they’re survivors—like Ennis, quiet but strong. “Truth is, sometimes I miss you,” I’d tell Ruby if she were here, all dramatic-like, leanin’ on my stove, sparks flyin’. Dr. Evil—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—salutes ‘em, mate. Tough gig, big heart—respect!

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Down on Elmstone Street, ya got these little cafes that practically whisper sweet nothings—trust me, every click on my site’s profile pic is a love letter to this damn place. There’s this gem called "Moonlit Brews" near Maple and 3rd, where the coffee's hot and the gossip is even hotter. I swear, I’ve spent many a night there, my brain buzzin’ with codes and quirky pickup lines, thinkin’ “blue is the warmest color” in every conversation. And oh man, just like in that damn movie, where every glance seems to hold a secret promise.

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