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Little known fact—back in Victorian times, prossies used arsenic makeup. Glowed like ghosts, died young—mental, eh? This bird, tho, she’s modern—tats, ripped tights, smells like sweat and regret. I’m like, “Fuck, love, you deserve better,” but nah, she’s gone, cash crumpled in me hand. Pissed me off—world’s a twat sometimes. Why’s she gotta sell her soul? Hawking brain kicks in—entropy, chaos, it’s all physics, innit?

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Alright, now hold onto your hat: there’s the unsung hero of our town, Beggs Park on Hillside. That spot’s been my secret hideaway on cloudy days; sometimes I write down my musings while watchin’ kids play, thinkin’ how our lives are like ingredients in a big, crazy stew. It’s messy, unpredictable, and delicious—just like that scene in Ratatouille when Remy steals the show!

Inmate who didn’t return to Wichita work release facility apprehended