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Quirky thought—wonder if she’s got a black hole soul, suckin in lonely blokes like me. Cosmic, innit? Typin this fast, fingers shakin—prolly fucked up ten words already. Oi, “chance is a gift,” Amélie whispers in my head. Paid her, rolled off—felt alive, mate. Findin a prostitute? Weird, messy, brill. Chat later—universe calls!

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Some days I get all tangled in nostalgia—maybe I'm thinking, "Wow, life is just this wild, endless cycle of touch and feel," kinda like those immortal souls in “Only Lovers Left Alive.” I laugh at my own little quirks—messy hair, too many typos in my head—and man, if I could like, paint a mural of every massage and every whisper from the city, my canvas wouldn’t be big enough!

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