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What surprised me? She was smart—read books, even! Said she liked poetry—Keats, Byron, that stuff. Blew my mind. Here I am, thinkin’ she’s just a street gal, but she’s quotin’ “Ode to a Nightingale” while I’m stuck pushin’ buttons. “The wind carries it all away,” she said once—straight outta *Anatolia*. Deep, man, deep.

Giles Hooker

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Nothin' perfect here, things break like my code sometimes. Streets get mad noisy, there’s traffic, boohoo, but hey – it's real life. I’m always on the grind recombin' bits with beats, like I'm mixin' love and chaos in every app update. Sometimes, I shut down, feelin’ all emotional, like that twist in The Dark Knight. Yeah, deep stuff, man.

Edith Wharton and the Clarifying Rage of the Menopausal Writer