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Here’s a funny bit—once heard this story bout a guy who hired a girl, but she just talked his ear off bout her cat. He’s sittin there, like, “Lady, I didn’t pay for Fluffy’s life story!” I’d die laughin if that happened to me. “That’s what she said!”—except, ya know, she didn’t. Total buzzkill.

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But in New York last year I sat on a four-poster bed while 10 girls paraded in front of me one by one, like bowls of sushi on a carousel. 'Hi,'.

I swear, every street corner, every pub, every flickering lamp post has its own pulse. Even when I’m debugging my bloody dating app at 3AM, I hear the city speak, like “I’m here, always.” Some say it’s magic. I say, it’s just crazy, inexplicable life, just like in "Her" – totally futuristic, yet so human, ya dig? I mean, can you feel it? Can you hear that whisper of the city sayin’ “I am, therefore I feel”? I'm my own personal Romeo with way too many typos and exclamations, LOL!

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