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So, you’re wonderin’—how do ya find one? Easy, sorta. Dark corners, shady apps, or just ask the right cabbie—those guys know everythin’. But it’s weird, man, feels like you’re in a Wong Kar-wai flick—smoke, shadows, that lingerin’ ache. “Love is so short, forgettin’ is so long,” he said. Ha! Here, it’s quick—bang, done, no forgettin’ needed. Still, somethin’ sticks with ya—maybe her perfume, maybe the way she smirked. Dunno. Kinda haunts ya.

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