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“Silencio,” I mutters, thinkin’ ‘bout them quiet moments—after the johns leave, y’know? Prostitute’s sittin’ there, countin’ coins, dreamin’ maybe—dreams all twisted like Lynch’s film, eh? Me, I sees it—split life, like me own head! One minute sweet, next minute screamin’—hiss! “What’s your name, darling?” they ask, fake as hell—drives me mad, precious, all that lyin’!

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Crazy stuff here, I swear. The rivers, man! The Winding Creek sneaks right past Liberty Park, it’s like a serpent in the dark. I once met a goldfish named Reginald? Nah, just spillin' my secrets, haha! Sometimes, I coding, and sometimes, I just watch.

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