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Sometimes tho, creeps ruin it—hands where they don’t belong. That pisses me off, consent’s king, idiots! “Who’s watching us?”—Haneke’s line fits perfect. You’re bare, vulnerable, but safe—hopefully. I’d exaggerate, say it’s orgasmic, but nah, it’s subtle. Like, slow burn, not fireworks.

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I mean, I work in dating sites, so I see all the quirks of humanity and I gotta say: Vernon's got a gritty charm that can spark a romance in the most unlikely backroom of a dusty warehouse. "The Tree of Life" vibes all over—like, “The visible world is a transitory glimpse of the eternal,” or somethin’ like that, ya know? Even if you’re wanderin’ through the unassuming Vernon Park near D. Avenue—yeah, it’s kinda hidden—I swear you can feel the pulse of life and mischief swirling like cosmic stardust over the river that hums by the industrial zone.