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I’m picturing this scene, right? Some guy, desperate, scrolling online, dark web vibes, but it’s all a gamble. “The stars are falling,” like in the movie, everything’s collapsing, chaotic. Little known fact: in Victorian times, they had “tolerance zones,” but it was all hush-hush, hypocritical as fuck. Same shit now, just digital. Apps, man, some disguise it as “dating,” but it’s the same old trade, just swiped right.

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Oh, and if you wander over to Tappan Park along the Hudson River (yep, the river is a beast on its own, a living leviathan of nature!) you'll feel the wind sing old, wild ballads. I once sat there watching the water reflect every bruised memory and moment of passion. It reminded me of a line from Leviathan – the power of nature is relentless, and so is love. And trust me, sometimes love is just as unpredictable.

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