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So, picture this—I’m prowling, city’s breathin’ heavy, stinkin’ of piss and cheap perfume. Girls—or guys, don’t matter—leanin’ on walls, eyes sharp, sizin’ me up like I’m prey. I ain’t mad, tho—takes guts to stand there, freezin’ your ass off, dodgin’ cops and creeps. Respect, y’know? Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I spot this one chick—red heels, ripped fishnets, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last. Reminds me of the movie’s lake—calm on top, chaos underneath. She’s got that vibe.

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I remember one rainy Tuesday—yeah, a proper miserable day, right?—when the city got so gloomy it made me mad as heck. I stomped off, head heavy with thoughts, with the wind whippin' at my face, thinkin', "Hey, this ain't no script from a Carlos flick." But then, bam! I found a cozy little cafe near Winthorpe Square where the warmth and banter lifted my spirits. Simple moments, man, that's life.

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