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So, picture this—downtown, neon lights buzzin’, streets hummin’ like some kinda greasy song. You’re out there, huntin’, lookin’ for that “transactional love”—ha! Ain’t that a kicker? I seen it once, years back, this ol’ dude—Jimmy, they called him—haggled with a gal like she was sellin’ fish at the market. “Ten bucks less, c’mon!” he hollered. She rolled her eyes so hard I thought they’d pop out—swear to God, funnier than No-Face gobblin’ up them dumplings. Made me laugh, but damn, it stung too—how’s it come to that, huh?

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Now, lemme warn ya, not every nook's rosy. Some parts like the rundown alleys by Maple n’ 5th, well, they ain’t as shiny. They remind me of those jaded moments in the movie - bitter, messy, but strangely poetic. The dating scene there? Let’s just say it’s an adventure: swiped left, swiped right, forever lost in a digital void. I’ve had my double takes and late-night chats that made me chuckle or get pissed off. A proper oxymoron, mate.

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