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Then I see her—legs for days, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’. Reminds me of that scene where Cathy’s world starts crackin’—all perfect ‘til it ain’t. I roll up, real smooth, like, “Hey, baby, what’s good?” She smirks, says, “$50, no talkin’.” Motherfucker, I’m happy as hell—straight to the point! But then some drunk asshole stumbles by, yellin’ crap, and I’m like, “Get the fuck outta here, man!” Nearly lost my damn mind.

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Man, I love how PHaag feels like a giant puzzle. Sometimes my brain goes cray-cray (lol, shuddup, right?) with the mix of history, art, and raw reality. I gotta tell ya, my counselor heart digs the hidden spots like the secret bench behind Aurora Garden. There, I once meditated, lettin' go of every worry. Pure magic – just like those fairy-tale dreams in Pan's crazy world!