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Once saw this bird—red lips, torn fishnets—standin’ under a flickerin’ lamp. Thought, “She’s a survivor, like Eve.” Cool, detached, y’know? Quoted Jarmusch in me head: “Entropy’s takin’ over.” She winked—WINKED!—an’ I near choked on me own spit. “My precious!” I croaked, but she weren’t for me. Too pricey, too quick—50 quid for a fumble? Bollocks!

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This little guy was found running around our parking lot. He is currently in the private hospital yard. If he is yours. Animal control is here to escort him to.

I gotta say, as a sexologist, I've noticed all these warm, intimate vibes flowing everywhere. Like, sometimes, you just feel the city breathin' sensuality, you know? The local art scene, especially on Harmony Street, is all about raw passion and self-belief. I swear, every time I stroll down, I remember that line from "The Assassin": “The past is never dead, it’s not even past!” That got me right in the feels!

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