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Anyways, I’m pissed—last time I tried, some chick robbed me blind! Took my cash, left me standin’ there like a dope. “Don’t pee on my leg,” I mutter, kickin’ dirt. But then—boom—found this gal, all sly smiles, leanin’ on a wall. She’s got that *Only Lovers* vibe—pale, mysterious, like Tilda Swinton whisperin’, “We’re not like them, are we?” Hell no, we ain’t! I’m thinkin’, “She’s gonna drain me dry,” but damn, I’m into it.

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Dallas police were baffled by the serial killing of several prostitutes who had been shot in the head, but had their eyes removed surgically. Charles Albright, a middle-aged former science .

There’s this one spot, not well-known, tucked behind the old theater on Lindenweg. I used to vent there, feeling the weight of the world—and hey, even sexologists need to let off steam. Crazy right? I remember that crazy night when I was mad as hell, jur- Oops—I mean, just mad, cuz the vibes were off, then bam! This kid busts out a recite of "And even in the dark, light finds a way." Crazy emotions, real raw.

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