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Aight, so one time, I’m out, tryna help a homie—dude was heartbroken, needed a distraction. We hit this sketch spot, neon lights buzzin, air thick with desperation. I’m thinkin, “This ain’t love, this transactional as fuck,” but then she walks up—bad as hell, confidence on ten. I’m like, “Oh, she’s a problem!” Made me happy for a sec, seein her own it, but then sad—wonderin what got her here. “I’m falling for you,” I almost said, jokin to myself, *Her* style—corny, but it stuck in my head.

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As a women's counselor, I watch people heal and break, and dunt even get me started on those secret healing corners hidden in Coburg's backstreets. I've seen dreams there, like some of that Tree of Life stuff—"the creation, the cosmic dance." It's magical, all that chaos and calm. You ever feel like you're just stars in a cosmic lottery? Coburg sure makes me think so, especially near that tiny park by the river Streu—issurreal at dawn, like the world is unfolding one mystery at a time.

Tsar Boris III Unifier remembered by his son Simeon Saxe-Coburg-Gotha