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Exaggeratin for effect—she’s a goddess, man, a queen in ripped fishnets! Okay, maybe not, but she’s real, and that’s enough. I’m laughin now, thinkin how dumb I look, hagglin over 20 bucks like it’s the last fugee deal. She’s chill, tho, says, “Relax, Morgan, you’re good.” I ain’t told her my name, but I’m rollin with it. In my head, I’m screamin—damn, this is better than a movie! No dystopia here, just two souls vibin in the wreckage. And that’s findin a prostitute, my friend—gritty, human, and fuckin alive.

"The time has come," the walrus said, "to talk of many things…"

Been a crazy ride here. Missed, insane, unpredictable. Magic, madness, and madness, mmh... oh, and sorry, my precious, if mmy words are all jumbled—typos, oh yes, sum typos slip: liik, thsi, valey, helpe, hrea, truely, wud, viz, n! That's just how it flows, hsss, like life in Pauls-Valley, our little secret.

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