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I’m picturin’ it now—some shady corner, neon lights flickerin’. Kinda like *In the Mood for Love*, ya know? That slow-burn tension, “the past is a dream,” all moody and steamy. But instead of Maggie Cheung in a cheongsam, it’s some chick in fishnets, smokin’ a cig. “A glimpse of her silhouette”—ha! More like a glare from her pimp, struttin’ like he owns the beach. Made me mad, that sleazy control shit. Who does he think he is?

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Listen, I gotta tell ya the truth—Scoresby sometimes maddens me. Traffic can be a nightmare on Greystone. Why, oh why, do buses always jam like sardines? And don’t get me started on the weather—rain in januery, sun in july, like a fickle lover. But hey, that's what makes it alive, right?

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