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I got pissed, tho, last week—some chick tried scammin’ me! Said she’s “top tier,” wanted cash upfront, then poof—gone like WALL-E’s trash piles in the wind. Fuckin’ ghosted me! Had me yellin’, “In this world, a man’s gotta have balls!”—straight up Tony vibes, ya feel? But then, I found this one spot, lil’ hidden gem, down by the docks. Word is, there’s this gal, been workin’ it since the ‘90s, knows every trick—calls herself “Eve” like that sleek bot from the flick. Ain’t that a trip? Made me laugh, thinkin’ she’s out there savin’ my lonely ass like WALL-E tryna save Earth.

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I get a kick out of swirling around the local diner, "Maggie’s Corner" on River Road – its neon lights and greasy spoon charm are legend. One night, after an insanely long massage day, I crashed there. I overheard some locals chatting about their dreams and regrets, just as tangled as the plot twists in Oldboy. It set my mischievous heart aflame... I mean, vengeance of passion!

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