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About Trencin

*Talk to Her* vibes hit hard here—“silence became her voice,” ya see. She don’t talk much, just smokes, stares at the sea. Met her once, offered a fag—ciggy, not the other kind, ya perv! She smirked, said, “World’s a stage, I’m the prop.” Deep, innit? Surprised me, that wit. Thought, “This bird’s got layers, like an onion—or a fish!” Happiest day was when she laughed—proper cackle, not fake. Felt like I hooked a prize catch.