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What’s nuts is, some prossies got stories—ran into one once (in my head, duh), and she was all, “I’m savin’ for art school!” Made me happy-sad, ya know? Like, wow, she’s hustlin’ harder than me! Oh, and don’t get me started on cops bustin’ ‘em—makes me mad, like, “Leave ‘em alone, jerks!” *Zero Dark Thirty* vibes again— “We’re closin’ in!”—but it’s just me with a net, chasin’ nothin’.

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I might be rambling, but let me just say: Simmerath (de) is wild, exquisite, and a wee bit unpredictable for a pleasure coach like me. Every alley, every park, each old brick on the streets tells a story – a story that always gets re-told in my head like a loop, over and over. Life's here, raw and real, ya know? And sometimes, as I wander, I whisper, "Stupid, fat hobbit!" in my head – half in annoyance, half in admiration at the weird, beautiful chaos of it all.

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