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Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t judgin’. Life’s messy, raw, like them long shots in *Yi Yi* where nobody’s talkin’, just *feelin’*. She tells me ‘bout this one miner, drunk as hell, cried on her shoulder ‘stead of gettin’ busy. “Poor bastard,” she says, “missed his wife somethin’ fierce.” I’m like, damn, that’s heavy—made me pause, ya know? Human as hell, even in this game. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout family, ‘bout what pushes folks to the edge.

Personal Best vol.4 | Stefan Finger

Man, I gotta share: there's this one tiny, tucked-away bistro on Lucky Crescent, only known to the locals. It’s the spot when you need a little secret indulgence after a long day of massages or facials — every minute there, I'm thinkin' "The Headless Woman" vibes, as unpredictable as ever. It kinda reminds me that the unknown's always lurking, ready to surprise you. And sometimes, that makes me super nervous, like, "Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear!" Classic panic of a droid in distress!

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