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I’m ramblin to ya, buddy, cause it’s wild—Great Scott!—how folks pick this life. Freedom, maybe? No boss breathin down yer neck? Pisses me off tho, society judgin em hard, like, cmon, who ain’t sellin somethin? Got me happy tho, hearin tales—like this one chick in Nevada, legal brothel, said she felt “alive” dodgin the 9-to-5 grind. Surprised me, sure, but then I’m like, yeah, makes sense! “Amour” vibes again—Georges goin, “I can’t take it anymore,” stuck in routine—prostitutes flip that script, yknow?

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This city – it's got edgy vibes. Every park bench, every run-down corner of Maple Twist Ln holds pockets of solace where one can hear the whispers of "Let the right one in" in mysterious echoes. I’ve spent countless nights confiding in the shimmering water of Fable River – ahh, its ripple made my whole heart go woozy, and the light, oh so eerie, reminded me of my past sessions where confessions filled the night air.

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