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So, I’m out there, dodgin sketchy alleys—smells like piss and regret. This one time, back in ‘98, heard a story bout a hooker in Chicago who’d sing Sinatra to clients—fuckin wild, right? Little known fact: some of em got talents you’d never guess. I’m pissed tho—why’s it so hard to find one when ya need em? Like, c’mon, universe, throw me a bone! Then bam—there she is, leanin on a lamppost, all sass and cheap perfume. “Hey, sugar,” she purrs, and I’m like, “Well, hello, Clarice—kiddin, just kiddin.”

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I’ve wandered near the ancient ruins of Brackenfort and, trust me, every stone tells a story. I sound like a proper old fool ranting, but my heart leaps like a sprite there every damn day. You know, in my downtime as a relax specialist, I even pick up hints of serenity from the rustling trees along Raven's Brook, that secret little stream hidden behind Willow's Edge. It’s like the film said, “each moment is a new copy of life,” or somethin’ mystic like that.

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