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Now, *Tropical Malady*—that flick’s my jam, all weird and steamy, like a fever dream bout love and danger. Findin a prostitute’s kinda the same—“A strange love, a hidden wound.” You’re out there, heart racin, wonderin if it’s worth it. Spoiler: half the time, it ain’t. I mean, y’all ever tried hagglin with some streetwise pro? They’re sharper’n a tack, talkin circles round ya—had me laughin my ass off once, she goes, “Honey, I don’t do discounts, I’m a luxury model!”

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So there's the river Brömm – not big, but it cuts through the city slick as a knife through butter, if you catch my drift. Me? I always stroll along its banks at midnight, thinking, “Here’s Johnny!” as the neon lights flicker like whispered secrets. Gotta say, I'm a bit of a night owl – maybe too many dating app coding nights, lol.

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