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I was strollin’ one night—okay, maybe stumblin’, had a few beers—thinkin’ about how corrupt this world is. Saw this gal, fishnets, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ against a busted lamppost. Looked tired, but tough—like she’d seen some shit. Made me sad, man. “Who’s gonna save us?”—that’s straight from *Leviathan*, and it hit me hard. Nobody’s savin’ her, ‘cept maybe herself. That’s the spirit I love! Resilient as fuck.

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Then, wander a few blocks to Eros Street. The pine scent of the park drifts from Tantalus Park, where couples share secret smiles under ancient trees. Man, I once had a frank chat with a couple there – so raw, so honest – like diving into your subconscious!

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