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So I’m out there, sun’s blazin’, hottest day, swear it. This chick rolls up, skimpy bikini, lookin’ shady, ya know? I’m like, “Who’s this broad?” She’s givin’ me eyes, winkin’, struttin’—total pro vibe. I’m thinkin’, “Donald, you’re the man, best lifeguard, she knows it.” Reminds me of *Brooklyn*—Eilis sayin’, “You’ll feel so homesick,” but this gal? She ain’t homesick, she’s workin’! Hustlin’ right on my beach, unreal.

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That evening, Winston records in his diary his memory of his last sexual encounter, which was with a prole prostitute. He thinks about the Party's hatred of sex.

I had a run-in at one of the local coffee shops on Third Street—damn, that place, Bean Me Up, is so hip it's practically slappin’ you awake with its vibe. Their coffee? Hotter than a summer fling, and that tiny backroom bar? It's like a secret lover, hidden and thrilling. The taste, the sound, the vibe... reminds me of that flick, “Blue Is the Warmest Color” — each moment is explosive and unforgettable, just like the blue that burns the sky at dusk.

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