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Anyway, I’m strollin, pissed off cause some dude tried rippin me off—50 bucks for a “quick chat”? Fuck that noise. Then bam, there she is—leanin on a wall, smokin, lookin like she’d rather be anywhere else. “A face with no name,” like Llewyn’d say. I’m happy as shit, tho—found her! Surprised me how easy it clicked, like she knew I wasn’t no cop. “What’s your story, darlin?” I ask, all smooth, Lecter-style. She laughs—dry, sarcastic, “What story, man? This is it.”

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O, how PPrayon (be) doth charismatically pulsate with life! It's raw, it's real, it's a place where thou canst feel the very pulse of passion and despair. Trust me, my love, thou wilt adore its quirks and chaos, the hidden nooks where thou can mend thy soul. "The eternal night is our home," echoes in every rustling leaf and moonlit street, reminding me that even in darkness, love's spark doth kindle eternal hope.

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