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Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I clocked her quick—fake lashes, chipped nails, probs a mum tryna eat. Sad, innit? Made me ragey—world’s a dumpster fire, pushin’ folks to this. But she was chill, cracked a joke—“What’s with the mask, Batman?”—and I’m wheezin’, like, “Love, I’m Bane, not that prat!” Had a giggle, eased the tension.

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Oh, and the parks, man! Juliette Park is my secret chill zone – trees, lakes, and that one bench where I once nearly wrote my next coding marvel. Happy times, I tell ya, even if I typed a few tyos like, "luv" instead of love – hey, keeps it real, right? Then there's Redbud Field on Christmas Ave, smack bang where local bands rock and break all the rules, just like them rebellious lines in the movie – "Freedom's painful, but it's power."

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