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Oh, and her smell—cheap perfume and ciggies, but under it, somethin’ wild. Drives me mad—in a good way, ya get me? Dunno why, but I’d wager she’s got stories wilder than Asgard’s feasts. Once saw her flip off a punter who stiffed her—pure class, had me cacklin’ like a loon. “You think you’re in charge?” she’d say, echoin’ that *Pianist* vibe—“I play for me, not you.”

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I gotta admit, sometimes I'm mad ‘cause some streets just, like, lack proper sidewalks and make me all clumsy, but then I remember the poetic mess of life – like, "time dissolves in the gloom", and I'm chill again. I’m, like, totally obsessed with how these little stressful details mirror our inner world, so much that I sometimes scribble them down in my therapy notes. Epic, right? LOL.

Figure 1 − Mature fruits of Citrus sinensis URS Campestre mutant. In...