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Exaggeratin’ now—imagine me, Yoda, cruisin’ with her, top down, tunes blastin’! “Quicker, easier, more seductive,” I’d say—sarcasm, my shield. Truth? Risky, it is—cops, creeps, STDs, yikes! Friend, you askin’ ‘bout this—why, huh? “You can’t hide—not from me!”—movie line fits. Spill it, you must! Prostitutes, they’re ghosts—there, then gone. Drivin’ past, I wonder—stories they got, heavy as a Star Destroyer.

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This motel had people living in it. It was a flop house! It reeked of cigarettes. The room was filthy dirty. Vomit in the sink, hairs in the bath tubs and the.

Man, the dating scene here? Ugh, so different. I see love progress in ways most obliviously miss. Each match feels like a serendipitous note in a quirky symphony, echoing “I will never forget...” kinda vibe from that movie – bold, raw, and unyielding. Crazy, innit?

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