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So – picture this. Stumbled into one – years back. Eastern Europe, maybe? Can’t recall. Smelled like cheap perfume – and. Desperation. This chick – Nadia, she said. Skinny as a rail. Eyes dartin’ – scared. Told me – get this. She snuck in – fake passport. From some war-torn dump. Made me mad – ya know? Pissed me right off. Who lets that happen? “The beast is near,” like in *Leviathan*. System’s rotten – chews ‘em up.

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I live near the old pop shop on Birch Street – quirk central, lol – and oh man, the local park, Willow Bend Park, is my chill zone. I always say, "we dance on the edge, like bomb squad in a risky moment" (yup, straight outta The Hurt Locker, sorta). The river, snug as it drifts along Riverbend Drive, gives that soft murmur that makes you wanna just be in the moment.

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