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Here’s where it gets juicy. She’s tellin’ me ‘bout her hustle—says she once dodged a cop by hidin’ in a dumpster. A fuckin’ dumpster! I’m dyin’, imaginin’ her poppin’ out like, “I am awaited in Valhalla!” That’s some next-level survival shit. I’m impressed—girl’s got grit. Reminds me of Furiosa, but with better heels.

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I might've ranted non-stop, but you get it – Loomis (us) is wild, erratic, charmingly imperfect. Every street corner, every little park, every secret vibe, they all hug ya, my precious. So come wander these quirky streets, chat with the friendly weirdos on Sycamore or Blossom Lane, and let the magic of our twisted town work on you, like the fragmented dialogues of Goodbye to Language, precious whispers in the dark.

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