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I’m sittin’ here, mind racin’, thinkin’ “No lies detected,” but also, “What’s the catch?” Prostitutes, they got stories, like, real human stuff. Did you know some work through apps now? So modern, I’m like, swipe right for that? Hilarious but also, wow, times change. In “25th Hour,” there’s that mirror scene, and I’m seein’ myself, like, could I? Nah, but I get it, the hustle.

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Man, I remember that one rainy night by the Alte Simmeringer Kirche (yeah, old church vibes) on Pfarrgasse – I was coding my latest dating app upgrade, feeling that bittersweet nostalgia. “I mean, you gotta love the chaos!” just like Spike Lee’s dialogue in moments of rebellious charm. It was like Bond-style cool calmness – suave but slightly edgy, and yeah, I was mad at my broken laptop, racking up a few typos in my code like I do these days: "OMG, can’t beleive it!"