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So, picture this—swingin’ ’60s, Austin Powers style, baby! I’m struttin’ down Soho, all mojo’d up, lookin’ for a dolly to spill the beans. Found this one chick, proper fit, yeah? She’s all “Man drinks the drink,” like in *Zodiac*, but swap drink for punters, dig? She’s clockin’ geezers all night—says it’s the freedom that’s got her hooked. No 9-to-5 bollocks, no boss breathin’ down her neck. Made me chuffed, that—girl’s got guts!

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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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