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So, check it—I’m imaginin’ this dude, right? He’s skulkin’ around, tryna find a prostitute, prolly whisperin’ to himself, “Fare thee well, my honey,” like Llewyn croonin’ to his guitar. And me, I’m like, DUH, it ain’t that deep, bro! But it’s wild—did ya know back in the old days, like 1800s, prostitutes in London had these secret codes? They’d flash a hanky a certain way to signal they’re “open for biz.” Sneaky, right? Makes me giggle thinkin’ bout it—like, “Ooooh, fancy hanky dance!”

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Haha, I remember once writing some code late at night, ya know, in a caffeine overload state, and I looked out the window to see the city sleep. Felt just like “Boyhood,” ephemeral, unpredictable, and raw. Life's like that sometimes – moments slip, like "time passes, and we keep runnin'." Reminds me of a line from the movie, "What a long, strange trip it's been." Man, it hits ya right in the gut when you're deep in thought.

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