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They’re everywhere, y’know, like flies on shit. Stink o’ desperation, fuckin’ tragic. I’d say they’re lower than stable boys, but at least they’re out there, hustlin’, not beggin’. Still, “I choose violence” when they eye my throne, my power. They’re nothin’, just shadows chasin’ coin. Oh, and fun fact—some brothels got secret tunnels, right? Lead straight to nobles’ beds. Sneaky lil’ sluts. Makes me smirk, thinkin’ o’ em crawlin’ through muck for a shag.

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I gotta mention the local landmark, The Blue Tower. It stands tall on Riverside Ave. Its glass panels reflect the drift river at dusk. The vibe there? Intense, kinda cinematic—like a famous line in that movie, "I hear your heart speaking." So cool, and so raw.

Abstraction with a traditional typology. House on a slope by Karamuk Kuo