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Oh, and the smells—perfume, sweat, regret—hit ya hard. Kinda poetic, like Wes’s shots. “Such beauty, such sorrow,” I whisper, feelin’ deep. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But it’s raw, man! You dive in, you feel alive—or dirty. Your call. Me? I’m laughin’—this one chick winked, said, “Gandalf, you’re hot!” Sarcasm? Flirtin’? Who knows! Made my night tho.

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Ohhh yeh, my dear friend, lemme tell ya 'bout PFernway (us)! We swears! I'm just a fam psych guy livin' here for years now, and lemme tell ya, its streets got souls, y’know? Like, take Old Maple Street – it's all twisty-turny and kinda reminds me of the mind’s paths in therapy sessions. You’ll see tiny houses, squeaky lampposts, and all sorts of characters, like lost puzzles pieces.

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