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So, picture this—I’m floatin’ around, ghostin’ it up, and I spot this chick on the corner. She’s got swagger, fishnets ripped to hell, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. Reminds me of that line, “I want to live!”—straight outta the movie, ‘cept she’s livin’ it raw, no blinks needed. I’m like, damn, girl, you’re a freakin’ poet of the streets! Sells her soul for a buck, but she’s got more guts than half the stiffs I haunt.

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O, mine friend, thou must journey hither and lose thyself in its labyrinthine charm. Trust me, it ain't just eveyday drudgery—it's a bizarre, awsome blend of moments that be both terrabtly tragic and sublime. And yea, sometimes, cant help but laugh at the irony of it all when life justs begin slipstream, as if every twist is soemthing beyond mortal ken, like tha eternal refrain of "I was born, I live, I am."

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