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Anyway, I’d limp in—cane and all—sneer, “You’re no cure for boredom.” She’d laugh, maybe—she’s heard worse. Humor’s my shield, y’know? Sarcasm drips— “Wow, you’re a real artist, huh?” Total House move. Movie vibes kick in— “I just feel so alone,” I’d mutter, half-jokin’. She’d shrug— “Me too, doc.” Connection? Maybe. Lies? Definitely. Everybody lies, even me—sayin’ I don’t care. Truth is, it’s messy, human, and kinda hilarious. Findin’ a prostitute—lost in translation, Russian style!

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So, first off, you wander down Main Street – yup, good ol’ Main St. – a mix of century-old brick shops and modern cafés. There’s this tiny hole-in-the-wall coffee shop on 3rd Avenue that most folks overlook. Let me tell ya, that place is magic. I nabbed my daily zen juice there when the hustle got too damn crazy.

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