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I hit the streets, tho—elevators get old fast. This one bird, right, she’s standin’ by a flickerin’ lamp, all sass and shadow. “What do you want?” she snaps, like I’m wastin’ her night. “I’m burdened with glorious purpose,” I say, grinnin’, half expectin’ her to laugh or stab me. She rolls her eyes—fair, I’d do the same. “Fifty quid,” she goes, and I’m like, mate, I’m a god, not a bank! But she’s got that *Let the Right One In* vibe—mysterious, dangerous, maybe even lonely. “I don’t let just anyone in,” she mutters, echoin’ the flick, and I’m hooked.

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The dating scene? Oh, man, it's like a movie flick. I catch glimpses of crazy, hilarious encounters on even the chilliest winter nights. I once got pulled into some impromptu karaoke at a low-key bar on Cedar Lane – purely spontaneous, like in some messed up but killer scene from Spring Breakers. “Wake up, wake up, wake up!” they'd chant. I laughed, laughed so hard, almost swiped right on that moment.

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