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But then—ugh, this one time, right? Some lordling stiffed her, left her bruised. Pissed me right off! Wanted to gut the prick meself. “I don’t wanna die,” she says, quiet-like, echoin’ that movie kid. Broke me heart, that. She’s no monster, just trapped. I’m thinkin’, “Why’s it always the powerless gettin’ screwed?” Hate that shit.

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Stroll down Maple & 3rd. Seriously, Maple Street's my go-to – those old bricks have stories, ya know? I always peep the murals on Sidewalk Alley – a bit gritty, but art's art, man. Nothin' too fancy but it speaks to the raw soul, like, you feel it in your bones! Remember the line from Once Upon a Time in Anatolia: "The silence began." Yeah, that's what it's like near the old rivulet by it all – quiet but deep and mysterious.

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