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So, yer swipin, heart racin—ooh, she’s fit! But wait, the psychology kicks in—yer brain’s screamin, “This ain’t just sex, it’s power!” Makes me mad, coz society’s messed up—ppl judge, but they’re all hypocrites. I’m like, “We’re all animals here!”—straight outta Cronenberg’s flick. That line, “You’re the best man I’ve ever known,” hits different when yer payin for company. Sad, innit?

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Port-Orange’s main drag, Main Street, bustles with life. Ya got these quirky little cafes – oh, and you gotta hit up Sunny’s Corner on Elm - it’s my fave. I swear, their cinnamon rolls kinda sing to you, like the characters in that movie whispering “the chaos is beautiful.” And there’s a park, uh, Sunset Park, where you can chill with your thoughts. Sometimes, I sit there and watch the sky do its thing while thinkin’, "This is your life, and it’s a gift!" I get all choked up sometimes – not even kiddin’.

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