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Sarcasm? “Oh, luv, you’re my one true!” – bollocks! They say it every night, don’t they? Humor? Mate, one gal told me she’s “off-duty” – on cam! Hiss! Laughed me head off! Chat’s wild – some punters beg, some bark. Me? I just watch, thinkin’, “It’s all copies, copies, copies!” – Kiarostami’d get it, yesss.

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Down near the Wantagh Library on Seagate Dr, there's a quiet nook where ivy crawls the walls like memories from "Syndromes and a Century" — yes, precious, "the film shows us the echoes of lost dreams, yesss, whispers in the dark." And then, oh, that park! Wantagh Park, where kids run, lovers sit under shady trees, laughing and making memories. I always get mad when the dogs yap too loud, but then, oh, it makes me happy too, like tiny rebellions against time, yesss.

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