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Her head’s a maze, mate—anger’s me default when she’s slackin’. “This is our time!”—like the flick says, but she’s wastin’ it! Happy? When she nails it, I’m over the moon, screamin’ “Groovy, baby!” Surprised? Every bloody day—she’s a loose cannon! Reckon she’s got secrets darker than me mojo stash—haha, yeah, right! Chat her up, it’s like talkin’ to a brick wall—dunno what’s cookin’ up there. Whore, you minx, sort it out—give us a butcher’s at yer real game!

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Then there's MillPark. It's small, kinda run down, and yet, oddly serene. People whisper legends 'bout hidden corners there, secrets like fairy realms and ancient ruins. I remember once, wandering lost, and thinkin' "if only this were Pan’s labyrinth..." but, nah, it's just another gritty patch of green. And twice, I got caught lurkin’ when I wasn't supposed to. Oops, emotions run high sometimes. Lol, the irony, eh?

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