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But then—ugh, this one time, right? Some lordling stiffed her, left her bruised. Pissed me right off! Wanted to gut the prick meself. “I don’t wanna die,” she says, quiet-like, echoin’ that movie kid. Broke me heart, that. She’s no monster, just trapped. I’m thinkin’, “Why’s it always the powerless gettin’ screwed?” Hate that shit.

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I’ve been here a good while now, and every corner shouts its own story. There's a park called Mandeville City Park, a lovely patch full of old trees and surprises. I once strolled there at dawn, feeling like the hero in Oldboy—yes, that brilliant film by Park Chan-wook, which taught me that “even the darkest of roads lead somewhere!” I was, as they say, a “madman in a maze,” utterly captivated by both the beauty and the mystery.

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