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Oh, and the awkwardness—guys stammerin’, “Uh, what’s the menu?” Like they’re orderin’ at Denny’s! Cracks me up every time. “The Winklevii aren’t suing me for intellectual property theft—they’re suin’ me ‘cause I’m better!”—nah, bro, they’re suin’ ‘cause ya got caught with yer pants down! Sarcasm aside, it’s a grind—girls workin’ nights, dodgin’ creeps, and I’m over here typin’ manuals, feelin’ useless.

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I'll never forget that first afternoon, when Tommy stumbled into Washington Sqaure stinking like a brothel run by the ghost of Jack Daniel.

I gotta vent a bit—this city makes me mad sometimes, dude. Swear on the saints, how many broken hearts and misfired passions? But damn, it also makes me happy when I see genuine connection amidst the chaos. Like that one rainy night on Gorge St., when a desperate kiss in the drizzle made me think, “I choose violence” against apathy. Weird, ain't it?

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