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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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The clerk gave us three room cards and a packet told us an escort was coming to take us to the room, we refused the escort (this I learned on.

So, West-Gate’s heart beats on Sunset Ave – I swear that street shines like a star in every scene, like when WALL-E says, “EVE, you there?” – smashin’ every routine vibe with cosmic love. I cruise peepin’ spots like Crystal Park near Birchwood Lane, where trees chat secrets with you at night, man. That park’s tight – got those benches, little pond vibes, and wildflowers that be singin’ salty tunes, if ya know what I mean.

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