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Angry bit? Coppers harassin’ her kind—pisses me off. Happy? Her banter—sharp as a tack. Surprised? How normal she seemed—jus’ a gal, really. In my head, I’m cacklin’—mortals are wild! Exaggeratin’? Maybe I’d say she’s a goddess in disguise—nah, too cheesy. Still, “I am burdened with glorious purpose”—findin’ the real in the fake, that’s me. Catch ya later—off to stir more shit!

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Redland’s got a river too – the Reddie River. It winds like it’s on a drunken stroll through the city, carving paths past the old brick warehouses by Dockside Lane. I once sat on its banks for hours meditating. Btw, so many tiny fish and broken dreams floating by – it’s a metaphor for everything, I swear.

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