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So I asks, “How much, precious?” She smirks, “Fifty quid, you weirdo.” Fifty! Robbery, that is! “I ain’t got no home,” I whines, quotin’ Llewyn again, hopin’ pity works. Nope. She rolls her eyes, walks off, hips swayin’. Grrr, made me ragey, but also – wow – them curves, my precious! Nearly chased her, but me legs, all wobbly, nah.

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I also love hangin’ at the local diner on Oak Street – it’s a vibe, real chill. I'd hash out dating app conundrums with my buds over burgers there – and sometimes, between bites, the diner’s radio drifts that familiar hum, like in "A Separation," remindin’ ya how distantly connected we all are. Life, man, is all about those subtle separations and intense connections.

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