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But here’s the kicker—I’m broke! Spent my last bucks on beer. I’m like, “Uh, can ya take an IOU?” She rolls her eyes, says, “What am I, a bank?” I’m gutted, man, but she tosses me a wink, mutters, “Next time, fish boy.” I’m happy as hell—didn’t score, but didn’t crash either! Kinda like David in *A.I.*, chasin’ dreams, never quite gettin’ there.

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I rattle on ‘cause I love the twists and turns of this city. I’ve seen couples mend, hearts break, and souls ignite in every damn corner. Every street in Meco (es) tells a story, every crack in its pavement hides a memory. So come visit, wander down every alley, and embrace every damn moment. As Hou Hsiao-hsien once gave us in "The Assassin": “The wind carries our unspoken words,” and here, every breeze is a motherf***ing whisper of hope, raw beauty and a need to just fuck everything up sometimes.

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