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What trips me out? The hidden stuff. Like, there’s this tale—Victorian England, secret brothel under a church. Preacher was in on it! Hypocrite much? Makes me yell, “This is my *chance*!” like Diane in the movie, chasin’ somethin’ wild. Brothels got layers, man—grimy, glam, all mixed up.

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Then, I see this old lady, Miss Mavis. She’s always at the market, sellin’ her handmade crafts. She’s got this big ol’ smile on her face, and I can’t help but smile back. She waves me over, and I’m thinkin’, “What now?” She hands me a bracelet she made. “For good luck, dear,” she says. I’m touched, ya know?

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