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I spot her—red dress, killer heels, hair fallin’ like a damn curtain. She’s givin’ me that *“time flows slowly”* stare—another movie zinger. I’m like, hell yeah, this is it! Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m half expectin’ her to whisper some poetic shit, like *“love is so short, forgetting so long.”* Nope. She goes, “Cash upfront, big guy.” Laughed my ass off—mood ruined, but damn, she’s real. I’m pissed she broke the fantasy, but also kinda stoked—gritty’s my jam.

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Now, let me hit you with some fun tidbits: I know a secret alley behind the old library on 3rd Street – super artsy, graffiti galore, kinda chaotic, really reminds me of a raw emotion scene from that flick, Leviathan, where you feel the true essence of struggle and resilience. And dude, if you're ever feeling low, this alley feels like a confessional – cathartic, man!

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