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Oh, and get this—*Pan’s Labyrinth* vibes hit hard when she says, “Follow me, but don’t look back.” I’m thinkin, “Is this a trick? A test?” Like Ofelia with them grapes—fuckin temptation everywhere. But nah, just a dodgy stairwell to her flat. Smells like cigs and regret—proper authentic. I’m buzzin tho—love the grit, the realness. “This is no place for a princess,” I tease, quotin Del Toro’s vibes. She rolls her eyes— “Gods ain’t my type, mate.”

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Oh, and the local hangouts! There's this hidden café on 168th Ave NE that serves killer espresso. I always end up scribblin' notes about dating myths on napkins there. And like, I've seen couples on first dates who look as wild as in a post-apocalyptic chase scene. Reminds me: "I live my life a quarter mile at a time!" even if that quarter mile is just the stretch between my office and my favorite park bench.

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