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But, Clarice… she’s a puzzle. Sells her soul, ten bucks a pop. Seen her cry after, wipes mascara, keeps goin. Makes me wonder—why? Got a kid somewhere? Sick ma? Dunno, pisses me off—wasted potential! Coulda been a scout leader, like in *Moonrise*. “Let’s build a treehouse, escape!” Nope, she’s stuck, alley queen. Once found her stash—pills, cash, old photo. Kid in it, hers maybe? Broke my damn heart.

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The city is small but packs a punch. I stroll down Main St, past the weirdly painted "Ladysmith Legacy" mural, and I'm all like, "Boyhood, man... everything's fleeting, you gotta feel it." Yeah, I quote that flick often. Then there's Lighthouse Way, where the sunset over Port Royal Bay gives you real chills. It's like that movie moment, you know?

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