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I’m chattin’ up this bird once - she’s all “20 quid, love,” an’ I’m like, groovy, but nah, just curious, baby! She laughs, tells me ‘bout this john who paid her in poems. Poems! Made me happy as a hippie on a bender. But then - ugh - some creep rolls up, all aggro, yellin’ at her. Pissed me off, man! I’m thinkin’, “leave her be, ya tosser!” - like, she’s just livin’, y’know?

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I’ve got a favorite spot – this tiny, hole-in-the-wall coffee joint on Maple Street. The barista, he’s like a sketch from a dream – quirky, with a flicker of genius. Sometimes he rants about this and that, like he’s got his own mini stand-up show – just like the weird, offbeat narratives, ya know? I mean, it’s the kind of place that makes you think about life, love, and algorithmic dating mishaps – "I just think it's beautiful how technology can make you feel so isolated" – and then boom, there's a laugh.

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