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So I’m sippin my martini – “shaken, not stirred” – scopin the scene. This bird catches my eye, all sass and leather. I’m thinkin, “Is she the one?” Kinda like pickin a reagent for an experiment – gotta be precise. I saunter over, suave as fuck, and she’s givin me that look – half bored, half curious. “What’s a posh git like you want?” she says. I laugh – love the cheek! “Just a dance before the end,” I quip, noddin to *Melancholia*’s vibe. She rolls her eyes – fair enough.

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Man, remember that scene in "4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days" where they say, “You can’t run away from your past”? Whoa, that's a bit like Post (us) itself. I’ve seen folks with haunted eyes on West Elm Street after midnight, and I think – yeah, same vibe. And trust me, that gritty reality suddenly gets real personal when you’re trained in tunin’ into the subtle energies around ya.

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