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But, ugh, some dude catcalled me—gross! Made me so mad, I was, like, “I’m not the vibe, bro!” Felt like that scene in *Boyhood* where Mason’s mom yells, “I’m done with this!” So over it. Then, this one girl, she’s strutting, all confident, and I’m, like, “Yas, queen, werk it!” She probs thought I was nuts, but I was living for it. Made me happy, like, she’s out here owning it.

Remembering Ann Sheridan

Return to Elijah at the fountain. His holographic image reveals that entering the Sierra Madre Casino & Resort requires activating the pre-War Gala Event.

The neighborhoods? They’re like pages in my own diary. Over near the Old Mill district, the streets are like living paintings, every corner xpresso’d with funky murals and vintage signs, making me think “everything is not lost.” Ridiculous, right? And then there's the river – the Sierra Madre Creek gushin’ through town. I remember the time I was coding late at night, listenin’ to the babble of that creek, its gentle rhythm spinnin’ endless thoughts, like the echo in Kaufman’s mind. "I’m not a real artist!" sometimes I swell like, nah man, we’re all art here.

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