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Then there’s the dark crap—angry vibes. Cops hasslin’ her, clients ghostin’. One bastard stiffed her with a fake watch—gold-painted plastic! She chucked it at his head, screamin’. “The world’s gone mad,” she’d mutter—another *Werckmeister* line. Got me thinkin’—she’s trapped, like that town in the flick. Chaos brewin’, no escape.

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Hey, so listen up… let me tell ya about Kennett-Square (us) – this lil’ gem in our neck of the woods. I’ve been here for YEARS, and trust me – it’s a vibe, man! I mean, walking down West Main Street, you feel the spirit of the town. It’s got these charming brick storefronts, tiny cafes where you sip coffee and just let your mind wander. One minute you're looking at the neat rows of artful boutiques, and then, BOOM, you stumble on a hidden park off Maple Ave that’s so quiet – a real secret garden in the urban rush.

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