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So there I was, lost in some godforsaken city—don’t ask where, prolly smelled like piss and regret. Needed a guide, not for mountains, but for... y’know, *company*. Streets twistin’ like that faun’s maze, eyes everywhere, judgin’. Found this lass, right? Skinny, eyes like Ofelia’s—haunted, but sharp. “Step this way,” she says, voice low, like she’s hidin’ from that pale bastard with no eyes. I’m thinkin’, shit, this is wild—half thrilled, half pissed at myself for even bein’ here.

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Now, the neighborhoods are all mixed up. Some fancy bits near Willow Grove. Then, there's sketchy back alleys behind the park (yeah, I know, serious stuff). I sometimes hear wild stories from drunks near River Bend. Crazy river, man—flows smooth, whispering secrets.

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