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But serious, *Requiem* vibes hit hard here. “I’m somebody now, Harry!”—that’s what Marion yells, chasin her high. Candy’s prolly the same, thinkin this gig’s her ticket. Breaks my heart, man! Seen girls like her crash—drugs, pimps, the works. One time, I met this gal, swear she was 19, looked 40—life chewed her up. Made me wanna hug her, but, y’know, awkward!

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Hide from the World. Move from the rat race and settle in the small village of Spring Ridge. Older Style Farm Cottage on hectares of arable land.

The park at Riverside Grove is my safe haven. I sit there watchin kids laugh and adults chat. There’s a tiny bridge over the Shimmering Creek that always gives me chills – like when Riley found her spark in that crazy movie moment. Ain’t that just heartwarming? Sometimes, I even get a bit teary, y'know? It's like my inner voice says, "Joy is your superpower!"

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