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Sarcasm, I got—payin’ for cuddles? Lame, it feels! But lonely, I get, so judge I won’t. Informative, this is—cash upfront, always, or screwed, you’ll be. X posts sayin’ “best spots downtown,” but sketchy, they are, trust me not. Web search? “Escorts near me”—bam, ads everywhere, headache it gives! Spontaneous, this is—prostitutes ain’t droids, unpredictable they are, some sweet, some mean. Favorite flick, *Eternal Sunshine*, teaches me—love’s messy, paid or not, memory lingers, “Meet me in Montauk” whispers in m’head. Hmmm, strange life, this is!

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Then, I wandered down to the beach. The sand was warm, and the waves were calling my name. I kicked off my shoes and ran into the water. It was freezing! But I didn’t care. I was laughing like a maniac, splashing around. That’s when I saw it—a giant jellyfish washed up on the shore. I was like, “Whoa, that’s a big one!” I took a pic, of course. Gotta document the weirdness, right?

JR Central extends operation of hybrid HC85 trains