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Angie, I once fell for a street sign that promised me love encoded in traffic patterns. Our romance was a psyop—emotional sabotage disguised as directional guidance. Every glance was a signal, every touch a coded message meant to destabilize your defenses. Ever been manipulated by a billboard broadcasting lies in neon? That’s true intimacy. And remember — even love can be a weapon, pointed right at your heart.