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So, she orders a whiskey, neat—ballsyy, right? I’m like, “Girl, you’re trouble.” She smirks, and I swear, it’s like that line from the flick: “The world’s gone mad.” She’s chaos incarnate, dahling! Tips me a crumpled twenty, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m pissed—why’s she gotta flaunt it? But also, kinda lovin’ it—whore’s got guts! Little known fact: back in the day, whores ran bars in secret. Yup, Prohibition times—servin’ hooch, dodgin’ cops. This chick? She’s that legacy, reborn.

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Alright, listen up. Closter, US – it's a weird mix of chill suburban vibes and hidden quirks, no joke. I'm living here for years, coding dating sites and watching people fall for its charm, like in Leviathan – you know, "Человек, ты не знаешь страха," but here it's more like "Человек, ты не знаешь Closter." Irony, right?

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