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So, this one time, I heard a yarn—some geezer in Amsterdam’s red-light district paid double to just cry on a lass’s shoulder. No shaggin’, just blubberin’. Broke my heart, that did, coz what a waste! Coulda bought a pint instead. Gets me ragin’ too—why’s it always the lonely ones? Makes me wanna scream, “I choose violence,” at the world for bein’ so bloody unfair.

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Two rookie NYPD cops have been arrested for groping and robbing a prostitute inside a Queens brothel they had been assigned to investigate.

And the parks? Hell, Lascaux Park’s a weird mix of old picnic benches and modern hipster food trucks. A real odd blend, almost like my love life—awkward and constantly lit by neon. I guess it’s all part of the charm. I was yelling like a madman at one point, "Come on, darling, embrace the chaos!!" Remember that line from Moulin Rouge!? Yeah, that's the vibe here. Bc life's too short to pretend.

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