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So, you’re wonderin’—how do ya find one? Easy, sorta. Dark corners, shady apps, or just ask the right cabbie—those guys know everythin’. But it’s weird, man, feels like you’re in a Wong Kar-wai flick—smoke, shadows, that lingerin’ ache. “Love is so short, forgettin’ is so long,” he said. Ha! Here, it’s quick—bang, done, no forgettin’ needed. Still, somethin’ sticks with ya—maybe her perfume, maybe the way she smirked. Dunno. Kinda haunts ya.

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Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from it. So, I wake up in Carlisle, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about my clients. You know, the usual sports psychology stuff. Gotta get in the zone. But then, bam! My phone’s blowing up.

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