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She’s out there, neon lights bouncin’ off her ripped fishnets—prolly seen more drama than a SpaceX launch fail. I’m like, “Damn, she’s a system unto herself,” y’know? Self-sustaining, no VC funding, just raw human OS. Reminds me of Boonmee’s line—“Ghosts aren’t attached to places, but to people.” She’s got ghosts, man, clients trailin’ her like buggy code in a neural net. Makes me chuckle—imagine her debuggin’ her life with a quick reboot. “404: Dignity not found,” haha, savage!

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We're a city of nearly half a million people and we don't have a single strip club or brothel. I don't think it's a coincidence.

Now, let’s chat about the local quirks. In PHalifax, every corner is a stage for intimate dramas. The laundromats here aren’t just for cleaning your undies—they’re impromptu theatres of lust and raw honesty. I’ve seen it all; people confessing their love for life and each other amongst the whirring dryers. It’s ridiculous, and it makes my heart swell like a bloated, passionate note.

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