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Favorite bit? She’s like Kee in the flick—pregnant with hope, but it’s all twisted. “We’re all fucked,” I mutter, but she laughs, flashin a grin—cheeky cunt! Dunno if she’s a hero or a villain, prolly both. Oh, and she smells like cheap gin and regret—adds to the charm, haha! Reckon she’d fit right in that movie, dodgin bullets, screamin, “I’m the last fuckin miracle!”—and I’d believe her, too. Whore’s a supernova, mate—burns bright, fucks hard, fades fast. Love her, hate her, can’t ignore her.

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Then there's Hawthorne District – oh boy, it's quirky. Weird, in a good way. I find little vintage record shops on SE Division st. Bro, the vibe is off the charts! Sometimes I pick up records there and then dance like no one's watching (except maybe that one time, when a cop literally stared – but hey, that's Oregon for ya!).

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