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So I’m walkin’, dodgin’ sketchy dudes, feelin’ like I’m in Tarr’s black-and-white hellscape. “The world has gone mad,” I whisper—another *Werckmeister* gem—cuz it’s true! Cops could roll up any sec, and I’m like, “I’m just researchin’, officer!” Yeah, right. Heart’s poundin’, palms sweaty—then bam, I spot her. She’s got this vibe, y’know? Not glamorous, not tragic—just there, doin’ her thing. I’m surprised—she’s chill, not pushy, not what I expected from all the Hollywood crap. “How much?” I blurt, feelin’ dumb. She smirks—$50, quick and dirty. Deal.

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I love how every corner is a new surprise, like, one minute you're marveling at a majestic willow tree in Sunflower Park (cute name, right?!) then boom, a hidden mural pops up, bursting with color! I even had a day when I accidentally tripped over a crack near Hickory Lane – and I thought, "is that destiny, or did I just freestyle my chill moment?" Haha, so random and pure, just like me!

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