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Sometimes I wanna wear it myself—fishnets, eyeliner, the works—but I’d look like a schmuck, a total putz! Imagine me, Larry freakin’ David, struttin’ in whore? I’d trip over my own boots, yellin’, “Who designed this crap?!” Pretty, pretty good disaster. Still, I admire it—takes chutzpah. Like when Huppert’s screamin’, “This is my place!”—whore’s sayin’, “This is my look, deal with it!” Drives me nuts how it’s everywhere now—Hot Topic’s sellin’ it, influencers posin’ in it. Where’s the edge gone? Pisses me off!

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Runnin’ a dating site in this urban jungle means eyein’ every corner, even the lesser-known nooks. Like near Leicester Square, little cafes where exes and new sparks collide, stories spinnin’ like wool even if sometimes they make my head spin with frustration – I mean, "I got a competition in me," alignin’ every rad emotion like code in my head.

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