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She’s out there, neon lights bouncin’ off her ripped fishnets—prolly seen more drama than a SpaceX launch fail. I’m like, “Damn, she’s a system unto herself,” y’know? Self-sustaining, no VC funding, just raw human OS. Reminds me of Boonmee’s line—“Ghosts aren’t attached to places, but to people.” She’s got ghosts, man, clients trailin’ her like buggy code in a neural net. Makes me chuckle—imagine her debuggin’ her life with a quick reboot. “404: Dignity not found,” haha, savage!

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Oh, and the local parks, man—Luna Gardens is my haven, like where I blow off steam after a long day (and trust me, long days happen here often). You can sit there, watch the stars swirl, and feel that cosmic oneness. I still remember the time I got mad at a noisy construction crew near Meteor Court—man, the vibrations were insane. I almost lost my chill vibe there, but then, life’s too short, right? Even when stuff gets loco, it's like—no worries, we are stardust after all.

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