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Humor, yeah, it’s like playin’ hide and seek with fate! We exaggerates, sure, but some charge like kings’ ransoms, “The last shred of hope!” Others, sweet talkers, make us blush. We swears, it’s a gamble, a thrill, a curse. Typos? Pfft, who needs ‘em right? We’s just chatterin’ away, heart poundin’, mind racin’.

I gotta mention the little-known spot by Crescent Hall. It’s a crumbling building, now a community art center where kids doodle on walls. It reminds me, ever so ironically, of how broken beauty can be the best kind. Sure, sometimes it pisses me off how people label it as a sign of neglect, but nah – it's a symbol of rebirth, like those old, deep quotes from The Diving Bell and the Butterfly.