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Oh, and—get this—she’s got a tattoo, some say it’s a code. Prolly bullshit, but I’m imaginin her smirkin, “Yeah, figure me out, sucker!” Drives me nuts, that mystery. *Certified Copy* vibes again—“The copy’s worth more than the original.” Whore’s a damn masterpiece then, huh? Fake or not, she’s got power. You ever met her? Tell me, pal—what’s your take?

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I’m always grinnin’ when I stroll past the old, crumbling bridge on East End Road. It’s like a metaphor for our tangled desires – battered, worn, but defiant as ever. And bro, I can’t forget about the infamous midnight café near Dusk Alley. The customers there? Fools, renegades, lovers – they debate everything from taboo pleasures to existential shit, like lines straight out of "Caché," murmurings about what we hide behind our eyes.

Faulty Christmas lights spark fire that destroyed family’s home