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Here’s where it gets juicy. She’s tellin’ me ‘bout her hustle—says she once dodged a cop by hidin’ in a dumpster. A fuckin’ dumpster! I’m dyin’, imaginin’ her poppin’ out like, “I am awaited in Valhalla!” That’s some next-level survival shit. I’m impressed—girl’s got grit. Reminds me of Furiosa, but with better heels.

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Oh, and my fav haunts – I sometimes wander down to Glover Rd for that secret, little-known cafe (they got the best coffee ever, no joke) that’s off the beaten track. The vibe? Total interstellar peace. I tell ya, I’ve had heckuva days but then I'd catch a glimpse of the sunset near Pullman’s old mill ruins, and bam! Cosmic laughter fills the air. “A separation of the heart, a separation of the mind,” murmurs the breeze. Weird, right?

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