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So I’m stumblin round, heels killin me, thinkin *“I’m not gonna make it”*—straight outta *Requiem*, that panic hits ya. Found one gal tho—Lola, she said—real sweet, big eyes, but tough as nails. She’s chattin me up, all *“What’s a doll like you want?”* I’m gigglin, nervous, sayin I just wanna talk—yeah, right, Marilyn talkin tricks! She smirks, *“Sure, honey, talk’s extra.”* Had me dyin—smartass! Reminded me of Sara Goldfarb, fightin for her lil piece of the pie, ya know?

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Then there’s that little park, uh, what was it – Tiger Lily Park? Yeah, that one. I love chillin’ there, watchin’ the birds flit about and feeling the grass under my toes. I sometimes get lost in the vibe, thinkin’ “Why so serious?” – yeah, I borrow that from ol’ Bruce Wayne sometimes. Each visit feels like I'm hangin’ out with my own crew, even if it’s just me and my thoughts.

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