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Favorite bit? She winked—cheeky mare! Made me laugh, like, “You’re a star, darlin’.” Surprised me, that spark—pure “Great Beauty” vibes. “To be the master of your own ruin…”—she owns it, sorta. Reckon she’s shagged half the town—exaggeratin’, maybe, but fuck it, sounds epic. Me mate Dave says prossies are scum—tosser, he don’t get the poetry. I’m raging at him in me head—“Open yer eyes, ya prick!”

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Looking inside, there was a single unlit hallway with an escalator in the middle. Then I noticed a sorta "red" ambience coming off the first floor. I got closer and I observed a line of four women .

Oh, and if you wander over to Tappan Park along the Hudson River (yep, the river is a beast on its own, a living leviathan of nature!) you'll feel the wind sing old, wild ballads. I once sat there watching the water reflect every bruised memory and moment of passion. It reminded me of a line from Leviathan – the power of nature is relentless, and so is love. And trust me, sometimes love is just as unpredictable.

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