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But ugh, the creeps she deals with—makes me wanna puke! One time, she’s tellin’ me ‘bout this sleazeball grabbin’ her arm, and I’m like, “Honey, kick him where the sun don’t shine!” She laughed, but her eyes? Empty. Like, “the world has stopped.” Oof, that hit me hard. Still, she’s got sass—called him a “two-pump chump” and strutted off. I was DYIN’! *NAAAHAHAHA* Love her for that!

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So, buddy, if you’re headin’ here, just let yourself feel it. The city’s got its rough edges and soft spots – messy, kinda like life. I'm always watchin' the people, the small intimacies. Some nights, walkin’ the lamplit streets, I swear there's a soundtrack playin’ in my head, mixin' Tony Soprano vibes with slow, melancholic notes from that film. “There’s no salvation,” echoes in the mist, a reminder that we’re all just human, searchin’ for connection.