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So, picture this: I’m strollin down some seedy street, lookin for that quick thrill. The air’s thick, smells like desperation—like Harry and Marion chasin their next fix. I spot her, leanin on a lamppost, all sass and shadow. “I’m not gonna lose my arm!” she snaps when I ask if she’s clean. Ha! Made me chuckle—girl’s got spunk. I like that. Reminds me of Hannibal Lecter—fictional, of course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s me, noticin the details: her chipped red nails, the way she smirks like she knows somethin I don’t.

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And y’know what? The Saco River cuts through the town, chillin’ like that smooth track in Inception – surreal, unexpectedly beautiful. Walkin’ near the levee, I always feel like I’m in a movie scene. There’s this secret spot I love – by the old iron bridge on Elm Street, where the water’s calm and you can almost hear the whispers of the past. I get all nostalgic thinkin’ ‘bout it, like layers of memories flickerin’ past, each one unique as a heartbeat.

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