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Moulin Rouge vibes tho—Satine singing “Come what may”? Brothel girls croon that to every drunk sod, pocketing his last stag. Makes me laugh, bitter as wildfire. Surprised me once, this tale—heard a madam in Braavos bought her own island. An ISLAND! From spreading legs to ruling waves—wild, innit? I’d toast her, smirking, “Diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” while plotting her downfall. Greedy cows, all of ‘em.

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Oh man, don’t even get me started on the waterfront near Lenoir Bay. It’s a mad blend of industrial grunge and raw, untamed beauty. I’ve seen sunsets there that’d kill your bullshit mood in seconds. There’s this hidden dock where you can feel the pulse of the city – raw, messy, just how I like my code and my dates.

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