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So, I’m imaginin’ it—me, Larry, sidlin’ up, all curious. “Hey, darlin’, what’s your story?” Slow talk, ya know, diggin’ deep. She’s prob’ly heard every line, rolls her eyes—“You got cash or what?” I’d laugh, say, “Champagne wishes, baby!”—my old catchphrase, heh. But real talk, it’s a transaction, quick’n dirty. Monty’s line pops in—“You had it all, and you threw it away.” Hits ya, right? Some folks choose this, some fall into it. Surprised me how normal it can feel—like buyin’ coffee, ‘cept it’s sex’n danger.

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I think music should be tarted up, made into a prostitute, a parody of itself. It should be the clown, the Pierrot medium.

Okay, so first off, you gotta check out East Bowie Road – it’s like, totally the heartbeat of our dating scene. I’ve seen couples strolling along there at night, and yeah, it’s kinda romantic in its own awkward way. And Sunnyvale Boulevard? Omg, not only is it lined with these rad little cafes with the best pumpkin spice lattes, but it’s also where some of the most offbeat meet-cutes go down. Seriously, like, “I drink your milkshake!” vibes when you least expect it.

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