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But then—ugh, the dark side hits. Some pimp rolls up, total sleaze, eyes like a dead GPU. Tries to shake her down, I’m pissed—fists clenchin, ready to yeet this dude to Mars. She handles it tho, cool as liquid nitrogen, slips him some cash, winks at me. “I manage my own risk vectors,” she says. Respect. Still, that guy—deserved a one-way ticket to the Oort Cloud, no cap.

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And lemme spill—Brookville got a river, the Brook River, that winds like a sneaky snake through town. I sometimes sit on the grassy banks and think, “Hey, life’s good, but then, whaddya expect?” That’s like when Maren Ade said, “Life’s a box o’ surprises,” right? Forget fancy crap, that's the real deal here.

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