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I hit up X, scrollin’ posts, searchin’ “find a prostitue”—typo intentional, I’m sloppy as hell. Some dude’s like, “check truck stops,” and I’m like, what?! That’s grim, yo, but lowkey genius. I’m imaginin’ me, pullin’ up, yellin’, “You stole my heart, now pay me!” like Amélie’s dreamy-ass love notes. Hilarious, right? But real shit, it’s risky—cops, creeps, all that noise. Got me mad as hell thinkin’ bout the danger they face daily.

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I’m standing there, fuming. I could’ve been fixing Dave’s shoes! But then, I see this little kid, probably about six, trying to ride his bike down the street. He’s wobbling all over the place, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna eat dirt!” And then, bam! He falls right in front of me. I rush over, help him up, and he’s all smiles. “Thanks, mister!” And just like that, my mood lifts. Kids, man. They’re like little bundles of joy.

Enshrouded: The Hollow Hall (Springlands)