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Fun fact, tho—did ya know prostitutes used to signal with red lanterns? Old school code, dope af. Anyway, we dip to this motel, shady as hell. Room smells like regret and cheap cologne—gross, but YOLO. She’s quick, efficient, no chit-chat. I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t no movie script, Fincher’d hate this.” But it’s real—raw, unfiltered, like my bars.

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Oh, and don’t even get me started on the weird local quirks. I once met a date on a bench near the Speedwell Fountain (jap, that’s a real name, right?). Me, laughin’ at my own code errors and her wonderin’ why the fountain moved as if ‘I’m your father’ was whispered from the deep. It’s kinda eerie, you know? Like life be crackin’ jokes without mercy. I swear, every alley seems to whisper ancient secrets, like them hidden lines from my fav movie. “And the eternal city, she burns!”—nah, not really but ya get the drift.

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