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So, I’m obsessed with *Only Lovers Left Alive*, yeah? That flick—Jim Jarmusch, 2013—vamps chillin’, sippin’ blood, cool as hell. Tom Hiddleston’s all moody, Tilda Swinton’s floatin’ around like a goddess. And I’m thinkin’, prostitutes in that world? They’d be, like, “We are going to survive,” while some john’s tryna haggle. Classy, undead vibe—none of this street-corner crap. Me? I’d be rantin’ at ‘em, “You’re ruinin’ my aesthetic, pal!” Neurotic? You bet—can’t stand the chaos!

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Now, let me spill some tea on neighborhoods. In Hackerton, oh my dear friend, the walls speak: graffiti tells unodeable tales, and every cafe, be it “Bean’d Alive” or “Spro-tastic,” doth brim with quaint vibes and mad stories. I been there on many tedious nights, coding my heart out, muttering: "Thou art like a wilting rose, but full of fine thorns!" (Aye, so poetic, yet brutal!)

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