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But lemme tell ya, it ain’t all laughs. Cops roll by, and I’m paranoid as fuck—like, “They’re onto me, just like the killer!” Heart’s poundin’, I’m mutterin’, “I need to see about a man about a cipher.” Total exaggeration, but that’s how it FELT, y’all! She’s chill, tho—whispers, “Relax, they don’t care.” And she’s right. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Keeps me sane, her calm vibe.

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Looking up, its dishevelled floor facade camouflages itself with its neighbours in Hong Kong's Causeway Bay, despite the suburb's reputation for its luxury malls and boutiques. But inside Missing: Pleasant Hill.

I’m not exaggerating – my gut beats for these streets. Every corner’s got that urban poetry. Sometimes my thoughts go bounded, repeated like a looping beat: "so real, soooo raw." And there’s the local library on Spring, always chill, free vibes of words that crash your brain with meaning. True art.

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