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So, I’m cruisin’ the streets—motherfucker, it’s late, cold as hell. Neon lights flickerin’, girls standin’ on corners like ghosts. Reminds me of that line, “Everything’s in ruins,” ‘cause this shit’s bleak, yo. You gotta know the code—eye contact, quick nod, no fuckin’ around. I once saw this chick, right? Tiny, tough as nails, but her eyes? Dead. Like she’d hauled that cart herself for years. Made me fuckin’ mad—world’s a bastard for lettin’ that happen.

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A vigil Tuesday to remember Liliya Guyvoronsky, a year-old woman found strangled to death in her Seattle home earlier this month.

Oh, and you gotta see Riverbend. That river, glistening by River Rd, truly teaches you about life’s flow. As a famil psy, im always peepin’ the little signs – kids playing by the river, lovers holding hands. Even the river’s babble tells stories.

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