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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya start? Down by Flea Bottom, stinks like a dead hog, but that’s where they lurk. Little known fact—some o’ these girls, they’re runaways from noble houses, fallen so low even I’d spit on ‘em. Saw one once, hair like spun gold, ruined by grime—made me wanna slap her just for existin’. “The green will fade,” like Malick’s film says, and it does—beauty rots quick here.

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Oh, and the old wooden bridge on Spirit Creek—totally off the beaten path. It literally gives you a “Ruh-roh!” moment—old, creaky, and mystical as if Haku flew by! I've sat there too long sometimes, lost in thought, scrawling notes about how families can heal by nature.

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