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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? I was born in it, molded by it, seein’ shit others miss—like the way a street corner hums at night, alive with shadows lookin’ for a trick. Findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Ain’t just a quick Google or a stroll downtown. Nah, it’s a dance, a messed-up waltz under neon lights, and I’m thinkin’ of *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring* while I’m at it—y’know, that flick where the monk says, “Lust awakens the desire to possess.” Damn right it does.

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Hey, hidden gem alert - on Lively Ln, there's this quirky coffee booth. Not many ken about it, but I do. It's super chill, like a personal ol’ retreat. Plus, back in the day, I had an epic moment there - spilled my herbal tea all over my lucky robe (ugh, such a bummer!) And laughing, I was.

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