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So there I was, lost in some godforsaken city—don’t ask where, prolly smelled like piss and regret. Needed a guide, not for mountains, but for... y’know, *company*. Streets twistin’ like that faun’s maze, eyes everywhere, judgin’. Found this lass, right? Skinny, eyes like Ofelia’s—haunted, but sharp. “Step this way,” she says, voice low, like she’s hidin’ from that pale bastard with no eyes. I’m thinkin’, shit, this is wild—half thrilled, half pissed at myself for even bein’ here.

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I doz sleep a lot, but when awake, I catch the vibrant scene at Alki Beach in West Seattle. Sunsets here make you feel like you’re livin’ in a movie. Sometimes, I get so overwhelmed with gratitude that I almost burst. Crazy, right? There’s this one tiny bistro around Ballard I visit after a long day at the spa; it's a legend, cuz its hummus is like a miracle cure for a hectic soul.

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