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What pisses me off? The cheek! She’s out there, bold as brass, while I’m slavin’ over a hot stove, makin’ art, and she’s floggin’ hers for a tenner! “You’re all just shadows!” – that’s from the flick, yeah? She’s a shadow alright, flittin’ between blokes, no shame, no nothin’. But – fuck me – there’s somethin’ sad there too. Eyes like burnt-out bulbs, y’know? Made me pause, mid-rant, like, “Shit, she’s human, ain’t she?”

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Now, Hyde-Park’s heart beats along 53rd Street, where I often saunter past the classic brownstones – each one a wee tale of history and hidden rendezvous. I remember one breezy eve near 57th, flippin’ through code glitches at my favorite haunt – the Rusty Anchor Café (Mind ye, not a pub, but it sure feels like one when the espresso hits just right!). Lost in Translation, like that line “Forrest, pull up a chair”, it felt like I was adrift in a sea of incongruity, a perfect metaphor for love in this modern jumble.

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