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Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

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After lunch, I’m feeling a bit tired. I wander over to the Mirfield Library. It’s a cozy little spot. I grab a book, plop down in a corner, and start reading. But then, I hear this loud argument outside. I peek out, and it’s two guys arguing about football. Classic! I’m thinking, “Is this what Mirfield’s come to?” But honestly, it’s kinda entertaining.

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