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I’m strollin, boots clickin, thinkin—where’s the talent at? Then bam—this bird struts up, all sass, skirt shorter than a dwarf’s temper. “You lost, luv?” she goes, smirkin like she knows I’m a sucker for trouble. “Ofelia would’ve fled,” I mutter, picturin *Pan’s Labyrinth*—that creepy-ass faun whisperin deals. But me? I’m in, mate—glorious purpose an’ all. She’s quotin prices like it’s a bloody auction—50 quid for this, 80 for that. I’m like, “Lass, I’m a god, not a bank!” Made me ragey, but also—damn, she’s bold, gotta respect the hustle.

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Oh, and let me mention the lowly alleys of Mechanicstown! Their cobbled paths, like a maze in some old folktale, hide gems—small ramen joints, graffiti art slashes, and secret corners where rebels whisper sweet nothings to the night. “They say, life is only as real as the moments we dare to embrace,” echoes in my ear, a line my heart drew from that fine movie, Far From Heaven.

Donna M. Hull, 91