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Gameplay? Simple, but dark. You’re scavengin’—cash, clues, maybe some weird blood vials ‘cause I’m stealin’ from my fave movie. You talk to these girls, right? But they’re not just props, no sir! They got stories—sad ones, angry ones. One’s like, “I’ve lived too long,” straight outta Eve’s mouth. Another’s chain-smokin’, cussin’ out her pimp. I’m yellin’ at my screen, “Yes! Depth, baby!” But then I’m paranoid—what if it’s too much? What if the suits upstairs go, “Larry, tone it down!”? Screw ‘em, I say!

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I work as a relaxation specialist. Yes, literally. I mediate stress and all that jazz. Funny how the energy here fits my gig. There's a pulse, a rhythm, like, "it’s all so profoundly graceful, yet linerly chaotic"—kinda like that Far From Heaven feel, ya know? "I was always saying, you could imagine a world..."—from Far From Heaven, man. It’s poetic.

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