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Best part? She’d laugh at the haters, like, “Cry me a river.” Made me happy as hell—pure fire. Exaggeratin’ for effect, maybe, but she was a queen, swear. Surprised me how deep it ran, tho—society’s still trippin’ over it. Me? I’m just tryna live, not judge. “My sin was my skin,” Solomon said—her sin’s her freedom, I guess.

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Not every soul doth know Zons as well as I; hidden gems abound! Forsooth, near the old mill on Steinweg, there lieth a modest secret park where the daisies dance and whispers of nature doth heal the weary heart. Often do I retreat there to ruminate on the matters of the mind, taking solace in its green embrace. There, dumbfounded echos of childhood, of laughter and minor rebellions, play upon mine ears—rendering the air most sweet with reminiscence.

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