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But real talk, she pisses me off sometimes. Actin’ all high n’ mighty, like she owns the damn woods. I’m the Master here, lady! Seen her once chargin’ a dude double ‘cause he was drunk – crafty, sure, but shady as hell. Still, gotta admit, she’s got guts. Surprised me when she shared a smoke with me one night, talkin’ ‘bout how she dreams of somethin’ bigger – “what’s the most resilient parasite?” she asked, quotin’ Inception like she’s deep. I’m thinkin’, “D’oh! You’re messin’ with my head now!”

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Then there's Westview – OMG, so underrated. Cramped cafes, hidden art, and vibes that hit you right in the feels. Picture this: It’s a rainy Wednesday, and the neon on 7th Street blurs like watercolors, and I’m chillin’, scribblin’ love notes in my little battered notebook. I got a special soft spot for that weird little bookstore on 9th Ave – "Curiosity's Cave" – not many peeps know about it. That place breathes history, secrets, and unspoken desires.

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