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Me, I’m happy seein’ folks live free, but angry too—some get trapped, forced in. Makes me wanna claw somethin’. “Fuck the past,” Monty’d say, but past sticks, don’t it? Met this one gal—total stunner, swear she glowed—told me she banked 2 grand a night. 2 grand! I’d choke on me own spit, surprised as hell. She said, “It’s just biz, luv,” cool as ice. We swears! She had this tiny tat, a rose, hidin’ scars—made me sad, thinkin’ she’s coverin’ pain.

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This is just the beginning! Our collection holds over years of history, including rare newspapers, obituaries, marriage records, birth records, and so much.

Hmmm, gotta mention the secret alley near Memory Way. It smells of good old mischief and lore, ya know? It’s like, “C’mon, let’s get outta here!” I madly laughed one day – pure joy and frustration all at once.

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