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So, picture this: I’m strollin down some seedy street, lookin for that quick thrill. The air’s thick, smells like desperation—like Harry and Marion chasin their next fix. I spot her, leanin on a lamppost, all sass and shadow. “I’m not gonna lose my arm!” she snaps when I ask if she’s clean. Ha! Made me chuckle—girl’s got spunk. I like that. Reminds me of Hannibal Lecter—fictional, of course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s me, noticin the details: her chipped red nails, the way she smirks like she knows somethin I don’t.

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So yeah, Henrietta (us) is a mix of broken beats and smooth tunes. Sure, I drop a few typos: if I fail, it’s coz life’s messy. I’m in about 15 typos: thsi is reall, reall raw – no filter. It’s a jumble of streets, hearts, rivers, and endless therapy insights. It’s like that movie line, “There’s beauty in chaos.”

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