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So, I’m dreamin’, right? Me, slippin’ through alleys, fog thick as soup, lookin’ for her. “You’re not ready yet!”—that’s what the dad says in *The Return*, and I’m thinkin’, am I? Heart’s poundin’, palms sweaty—excitin’ but dodgy. Maybe she’s got them tired eyes, smokin’ a fag, leanin’ on a wall. “Where you goin’, love?” she’d purr, and I’d fumble, all shy. We swears! I’d prolly trip over me own feet, clumsy git.

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I met a local artist by the river, his passion lit up his smile from ear to ear. We had a long, rambling convo, like, "It’s bad bitch o’clock, baby, unleash your inner wild!" I laughed so hard my therapy session felt like pure joy, like the movie’s mysterious allure.

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