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Here’s the kicker—found out she’s ex-Rebel! Fucked up, right? Hidin’ out, sellin’ herself to survive. “Time drifts like smoke,” movie whispers in my brain. Felt that—her story’s a damn tragedy. Almost pitied her, but nah, I’m Vader, not a softie. Paid her, did the deed—awkward with the armor, lemme tell ya. Pro tip: don’t wear a cape to this shit, gets tangled.

I gotta mention the little-known spot by Crescent Hall. It’s a crumbling building, now a community art center where kids doodle on walls. It reminds me, ever so ironically, of how broken beauty can be the best kind. Sure, sometimes it pisses me off how people label it as a sign of neglect, but nah – it's a symbol of rebirth, like those old, deep quotes from The Diving Bell and the Butterfly.