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Gods, I hate how she lingers, tho—like a bad tune stuck in my skull. Craftin’ violins calms me, but her? Chaos. Wanna strangle her, or… dunno, teach her somethin’? Fuck, I’m ramblin’. Point is, she’s a mess, a survivor, a joke—love hatin’ her. What you think, huh?

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After that, I needed a breather. So, I strolled down to the Flint Castle. It’s this old, crumbling thing, but it’s got character, ya know? I sat on a bench, just taking it all in. The view of the Dee Estuary is stunning. I thought, “This is why I love Flint.” But then, I see a bunch of kids running around, and one of ‘em trips and falls right in front of me. I’m like, “Oof, that’s gotta hurt.” But he just gets up, brushes it off, and keeps running. Kids are tough, man.

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