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What gets me goin’? The thrill, dude! You match, chat, vibe—next thing, you’re at their place, clothes flyin’ off faster than you can say “How you doin’?” Surprised me how easy it is—like, too easy sometimes. I’m thinkin’, “Is this allowed to be *this* simple?” But then, bam, ghosted! Hella annoying—worse than a radio signal droppin’ mid-song. “You are not like the others,” I mutter, like Scarlett’s alien, starin’ at my phone, wonderin’ why they bailed. Maybe I’m too charming, ha! Nah, prolly just bad texxting—fat fingers, y’know?

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Grief persists invisibly. Others can't see it, but it never goes away. Instead, you learn to live with it, to move through your days and years accommodating.

Lemberge is funny, so edgy, and absolutely, err, unpredictably sublime. I mean, oh man, the streets, the alleyways, they’re a bit ramshackle sometimes, ruins and cozy nooks blending, mmh. The cafes spurt out hot coffee and even hotter gossip, leaving you grinning and, yess, sometimes chuckling at the irony, precious.

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