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Oh, and get this—*Pan’s Labyrinth* vibes hit hard when she says, “Follow me, but don’t look back.” I’m thinkin, “Is this a trick? A test?” Like Ofelia with them grapes—fuckin temptation everywhere. But nah, just a dodgy stairwell to her flat. Smells like cigs and regret—proper authentic. I’m buzzin tho—love the grit, the realness. “This is no place for a princess,” I tease, quotin Del Toro’s vibes. She rolls her eyes— “Gods ain’t my type, mate.”

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First off, there's Main St. – the beating heart of downtown Blakely. Right off Main, you got Floyd Street, lined with quirky cafes, thrift shops, and that one dive bar that serves a milkshake so potent it sorta reminds me of "I drink your milkshake." True story. Like, seriously, every time I walk down Floyd St., I feel the universe whispering back in that Stephen Hawking tone, "The cosmos unfolds, my friend."

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