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About Breda

I was strollin’ one night—okay, maybe stumblin’, had a few beers—thinkin’ about how corrupt this world is. Saw this gal, fishnets, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ against a busted lamppost. Looked tired, but tough—like she’d seen some shit. Made me sad, man. “Who’s gonna save us?”—that’s straight from *Leviathan*, and it hit me hard. Nobody’s savin’ her, ‘cept maybe herself. That’s the spirit I love! Resilient as fuck.

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After a few more laughs, Koen and I finally get the fire going. It’s crackling, and the smell of burning wood fills the air. I’m feeling good again. But then, I hear this loud crash. I look over, and some guy just knocked over a trash can. Seriously? In the middle of my zen moment? I’m ready to go off, but then I see it’s just a couple of kids messing around. I can’t help but laugh.

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