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So, I stumble into this grimy port town—thinkin’, “This is my shot, baby!” Bars are loud, lights flicker, and I spot her—red heels, smokey eyes, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. My heart’s racin’, “Is this it? Am I *in*?” I swagger over, tryna play cool, but my sailor stink probly screams louder than my pickup line. “Hey, sugar, wanna make my night less ‘sea’-sick?” She smirks—oh, that smirk!—and I’m hooked. “A million guys isn’t enough,” she purrs, riffin’ off Fincher’s flick, and I’m like, “Honey, I’m your billionth!”

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Man, I'm always reminded of "Son of Saul" – gritty, raw, and real. "Know your role." Raised eyebrow, my friend. It's like every alley got a tale, secrets whispered like secrets in a dream. There’s a park, Hollard Park, where I’d crash sometimes with a coffee, watching families and couples, and I swear, ya can feel the souls here, man, like haunting echoes from a movie scene, "Son of Saul," you know?

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