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So, picture this—I’m drivin’ down some sketchy backroad, neon lights flickerin’ like a bad dream, lookin’ for a gal who’s out there sellin’ what she’s got. Ain’t no judgment here, y’all—she’s got her reasons, just like Malik had his. “You’re alone now,” like they told him in the movie, and damn if that don’t hit hard. These girls, some of ‘em, they’re alone too, fightin’ their own wars. Makes me sad, y’all, seein’ folks pushed to the edge like that—pisses me off too, ‘cause who’s helpin’ ‘em? Nobody, that’s who!

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I’m not afraid to say things: Shailer-Park is rough, sweet, and incredibly real. It’s teeming with these little spots of magic. The local library on Finch St is all retro vibes. I used to hide there when too many emotions bubbled up — a safe space, y’know? The riverside path by Swan Creek? Not exactly a river, more like a trickle sometimes, yet it’s a pretty chill place to sit and reflect, letting the sound of trickling water fill the quiet gaps, like in those dreamy montages.

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