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I strut past, head high, thinkin’, “Pathetic worms, all o’ ya.” Saw this one lass, right, skinny as a twig, eyes big like No-Face, starin’ at me all needy. Made me wanna slap her, but nah, I just smirked—let her stew in it. Reminds me o’ Haku sayin’, “Don’t look back,” but these prossies? They always lookin’ back, hopin’ some knight’s gonna save ‘em. Ha! Fat chance, luv.

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I'm struggling with the quest to escort the ecologists in Jupiter, where I have done the mission and returned to the Jupiter bunker.

Then there's the Park of Oddities—a lush green slice near the River X. Yeah, River X flows just there. That park is the place for midnight reflections and spontaneous hookups. And the river? It's like nature's own pulse, snaking through the city with twists and turns. Reminds me of life; messy and unexpected, like in Leviathan: "We are all lost in its currents."

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