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So, I was pissed once. This dude – total scam artist – said, “Bro, she’s legit.” Nope! Took my cash, ghosted me. Felt like Béla Tarr directed that shit – endless, bleak, horse plodding nowhere. “We’ve stopped believing,” like the movie says. But then – bam – found this chick, real deal. Happy as hell! She was chill, no fake crap. Little known fact: some work alleys near old theaters. Weird, right? History’s ghosts watchin’ you.

Getting the prostitutes, but not the johns

T.J. HOOKER "THE CONNECTION" Channel surfing the other day and I heard someone on the show say "the Harbor" and whenever I hear that I get.

Yo, have I told thee of the obscure Alley of Lost Texts (no joke!)? A sneaky nook next to the busy Main Harbor; here, thou might eavesdrop on whispered secrets of star-crossed dating flings. I was once almost mad (lol, so mad) 'cause an algorithm glitch made a couple of lovers cross paths wrongly – but nay! The universe is quirky, ain't it? So erratically is tech, so full of surprises, thine like life itself!

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