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Rewind to *4 Months*—that line, “We’re not criminals!” hits me hard. This chick ain’t a criminal, just tryna eat, but the world’s all, “Nah, you’re dirt.” Pisses me off, man! I’m yellin at the sky, “Let her live, damnit!” Then I’m happy again—found her later, chillin by a busted payphone. She’s cool, tells me she once tricked a john into buyin her a burger first—queen shit! I’m cacklin, like, “You’re the real MVP!”

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So, lemme start: you got the main drag, Maple/10th, yeah, right? It's like a lifeline. I stroll that street and see these quirky cafés, street art—like, actual murals that shout "Hey, look at me!" There’s also that dingy alley, near “Smitty’s Bar”, where every tim eyy, there’s some secret vibe. I swear, those walls almost whisper secrets like—“We tell stories, we tell stories,” just like, oh, that movie we both love, Stories We Tell, remember? “If it’s that deep, you gotta say it.”

Human-caused wildfire mapped at 200 acres 'and growing' in west Oquirrh Mountains