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I knew this chick once—Lola, swear she was a whore with a heart o’ gold. Worked the corner near my old spot. She’d laugh, loud, free, like she owned the night. “This is my kingdom,” she’d say, echoin’ Ofelia’s vibe. Tipsy johns, broken heels, still smilin’—that grit got me. Reminded me o’ the faun, y’know, guidin’ through chaos. Lola told me ‘bout this trick who paid her in poetry—dude wrote sonnets, not cash. Who does that? Fuckin’ wild, right? Had me crackin’ up—whore’s life ain’t all grim.

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I stroll along the old bridge at Mill Creek. The water tumbles like time itself. Srsly, dude this spot gives you feels. I remember one day, chillin’ outside my crammed office (yeah, my work hustle is kinda hectic sometimes) and thinkin’ “the end is in the stars.” That line just sunk in, like, life is unpredictable and we’re all drifting, like cosmic dust.

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