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Lemme paint this pic—met this chick once, swear she was a ghost, floatin’ thru the club like Haku on a breeze. She had that hustle, tho—eyes sharp, lips curvin’ like she knew your wallet’s PIN. I was like, “Damn, she’s a dragon in disguise!” Reminded me of Miyazaki’s world—beautiful, twisted, deep as fuck. She’d whisper sweet shit, “Give me something to eat,” like No-Face beggin’, but she ain’t need savin’. She *was* the river, drownin’ fools for fun.

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So, we’re standing there, and I’m pouting, when this old lady walks by. She’s got this big ol’ smile and says, “Don’t worry, dear. The river has a way of bringing back what you’ve lost.” I was like, “What? Is this some kind of fortune cookie wisdom?” But it made me feel better.

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