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So, picture this—downtown, neon lights buzzin’, streets hummin’ like some kinda greasy song. You’re out there, huntin’, lookin’ for that “transactional love”—ha! Ain’t that a kicker? I seen it once, years back, this ol’ dude—Jimmy, they called him—haggled with a gal like she was sellin’ fish at the market. “Ten bucks less, c’mon!” he hollered. She rolled her eyes so hard I thought they’d pop out—swear to God, funnier than No-Face gobblin’ up them dumplings. Made me laugh, but damn, it stung too—how’s it come to that, huh?

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Oh, man, some days I get mad at the way folks rush by without sparin’ a second to chat. Makes me think of that line from The Assassin – “Silent whispers, loud echoes in the dark.” Like, really? Just rushin’ like a bunch of headless chickens. Sometimes, I just wanna step on the brake button! Gee whiz, when you love this place, it just tears ya up inside.

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