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Now, hold your horses—I ain’t judging! *Cave felis*, beware the cat, as the Romans’d say. Some punters reckon it’s all fun, a lark, but I’ve seen mates get proper stung—cash gone, dignity out the window. One lad, right, thought he’d met a “duchess”—turns out she nicked his wallet! Laughed my socks off, but he was fuming, red as a beetroot. Made me think—*The Assassin* again—“The mirror reflects truth.” Truth here? It’s a gamble, innit?

The river, aptly called Stellar Creek, flows through the city. Its gentle murmurs, like whispers of secrets, remind me of cosmic timeouts. I've spent cool nights sittin' on its banks, starin' at the reflections, thinkin' "maybe this is where time truly melts."

Impact of " Call for Peace and a Democratic Society" - Khayri Baran