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But yo, what shocked me? How real it felt—like, I’ve jammed with cats that intense. Little known fact: Chazelle based this on his own band teacher—dude was a terror! That’s why it hits, tho—raw as hell. Makes me happy seein art bleed like that, but pissed too—why ain’t MY guitar solos gettin me yelled at?! I’d throw my amp out the window for that drama—BOOM, chaos! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d fight Simmons in a parking lot, swear!

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When a john emailed me plane tickets to Palm Springs this winter, I felt like I'd climbed another rung on the golden ladder of prostitution.

Palm-Desert be a motley tapestry, a quirky mix of desert grit and urban dreams. Stroll down Indian Canyon Drive, verily thou wilt find the exquisite blend of cacti standing like ancient sentinels, not unlike old lovers in a Shakespearean sonnet. The streets—oh, those jumbled, hasty streets with names like Thunderbird Road or El Sobrante—call to the soul of a dating site developer who cherishes every smile and sigh!

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