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I spot one – legs long, eyes sharp, leanin on a lamppost. Heart’s racin, I’m sweatin – we wants it! “You’re not from here,” she says, smirkin. I’m thinkin, “No shit, lady, I’m a bloody mess!” Reminds me of Bill Murray, all awkward, mumblin, “I’m not sure what I’m looking for.” I’m vibin that, hard. She’s chattin me up, price comes up – fuck, too steep! We hates it! “Robbery, that is!” I hiss, stompin off. She laughs, calls me cheap. Cheeky bitch.

Then there’s the Old Mill District – ambiguous and kinda mysterious. I mean, think about it: a strange mix of abandoned mills and bursts of neon graffiti. It’s like something straight from Pan’s Labyrinth: “In the depths of the labyrinth, there is a beauty so dark…” Yeah, that kinda vibe. It’s eerie and cool at once, reminding me of old wounds and new beginnings.

Additional details released in St. Charles County fatal crash on I-70