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About St Gallen

So I roll up, tires screechin’ like Max’s rig, peepin’ the scene. Red’s there—heels high, attitude higher—countin’ stacks like she’s warlord of the block. I’m thinkin’, “YOLO, gotta play this cool.” She spots me, smirks, and I’m like, “Damn, she’s quick!” Reminds me of that line, “I live, I die, I live again!”—she’s out here survivin’, hustlin’. Kinda respect it, ya feel me? But also, ugh, pissed me off—she’s dodgin’ my questions like I’m the feds or somethin’.

Toss, to a bartender?

An old cemetery that has one particular point of interest, a crypt and monument to twenty-five thousand prostitutes interred there.

Some locals say Toss is blessed by ancient spirits; I eavesdropped in a little café on Meander Rd, and they whispered secrets of forgotten legends. They say, “we are the keepers, precious, the keepers of dreams”. I laughed, but sometimes I feel a cosmic tug, like an echo from that movie: “we wander, but memory holds us.”

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