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Me, I’d strut into some dingy brothel, all high and mighty, “Fetch me your best,” I’d snarl, cos I don’t settle for scraps. Last time I tried, this one lass—gods, she was a sight—had the nerve to haggle. Haggle! With *me*! Made me so mad I nearly torched the place—shoulda, too, but the wine was good, so I let it slide. “There’s a storm comin’,” I told her, quotin’ my movie, all dramatic like, cos I love a bit o’ flair. She just blinked, dumb as a post. Useless.

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Now, lemme add some judge-level truth: This city ain't for pretensions. I mean, come on, I'm a therapist – I've seen real shit here. People pour their souls on cracked sidewalks like bad teen angst. Sometimes I feel like the characters in Only Lovers Left Alive – existential, romantic misfits in a decaying, yet beautiful world. And why bring in a movie line? Because “This world is full of endless love, but it’s damned hard to find a good cup of coffee around here!” (okay, maybe I embellished a tad, but you get it.)

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