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Little story—heard ‘bout this gal in NYC, called herself “Velvet,” worked the Bowery back in ‘92. Cops couldn’t catch her—she’d vanish, poof, like a ghost. Prolly retired rich, stickin’ it to the man. Love that! Reminds me of Emma’s blue hair—wild, untamed, “I’m not scared,” she’d say. That’s the spirit I see in this world—rough, real, human.

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Then, I bump into an old friend, Mia. We start chatting, and she’s like, “You still studying the factors of attractiveness in professions?” I’m like, “Yeah, it’s a wild ride.” We laugh about it, and she tells me about her new job at the Rydebaeck library. I’m like, “Dude, that’s awesome! You get to be surrounded by books all day!”