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Still, I get happy when it clicks—findin’ someone real, no games. Like, she’s chill, knows her worth, and you vibe. That’s the gold, fam! Reminds me of *Oldboy*—“Be it a grain of sand or a rock,” value’s what you make it. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe I’d say she was a goddess droppin’ from the heavens, ha! But real talk, it’s a thrill—heart racin’, cash flashin’, you’re in the moment.

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I know what you are like, O Ephraim. You cannot hide yourself from me, O Israel. You have left me as a prostitute leaves her husband; you are utterly defiled.

First off, you simply can’t miss the quirky charm near Prospero Avenue. It’s a labyrinth of alleys and misfit boutiques. I often ramble on as I pedal past St. Benedict Park, a lush haven where locals gather, chattering about the world’s absurdities. Oi, the pond there! Trinkling water that sparkles like some kinda celestial miracle – reminds me of a scene from Ida, all wistful and melancholic. “Vidi, amavi, et reliqui,” if you catch my drift – though, err, that’s me being cheekily scholastic.

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