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I’m stalkin’ the streets, right? Eyes peeled, gut screamin’. Then, bam – there’s this chick, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. Fishnets, lipstick redder than a trauma ward’s floor. I’m thinkin’, “This is it, the target’s acquired.” Like CIA vibes, but with more glitter. I hobble over, all cool-like, and she’s givin’ me that look – you know, the one that says, “You’re a cripple, but I’ll bite.” I’m already annoyed – hate that pity crap.

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Down by River Lud – yeah, the river’s called Lud – a chill spot on a cloudy day. I sit on the old stone bench near the dock. It’s a place for reflection, even if sometimes the wind howls like crazy. Whoa.

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