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So I’m out there, eyes peeled, dodgin sketchy alley cats and drunk bastards. This one time—swear to God—saw a chick in fishnets, leanin on a lamppost, smokin a cig like she owned the damn night. Reminded me of Mi-do, all mysterious n shit, but with a harder edge. I’m thinkin, “Is she the one?” Heart’s racin—fuck, it’s thrilling! Like Dae-su hammerin his way outta that hellhole, I’m chasin somethin too.

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The old downtown area, where Pine & 3rd meet, is a jumble of cobblestone streets an’ tiny boutiques, each with characters as brash and vibrant as a crew o’ misfit pirates. Ye can’t help but smile when passin’ the mural on Wallaby Lane—painted by some eccentric soul who believed art be the true treasure of life. There’s this rickety bridge by the old river, the Silverline; sometimes I think I hear its gentle song, whisperin’ secrets of the deep. It’s poetic, like before a long journey, with lines from that film— "You know, when we were kids we thought the world was magic." Arrr, the magic’s still here, if ye care to listen.

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