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But real talk—makes me sad too. Some of ‘em, they’re trapped, dahling. “The heart is a lonely hunter,” like in the movie. Stuck in a cycle, no fancy slow-mo exit. Pisses me off—why’s the world gotta be so cruel? I’d dive in, save ‘em all, but nah, I’d probs just get sued. Ugh, reality sucks.

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There are many things I like to do, to see, and to experience. I like to read, I like to write; I like to think, I like to dream; I like to talk, I like to listen. I like to see the sunrise in the morning, I like Missing: Walnut Hills.

I admit, I’ve had my share of “Zero Dark Thirty” nights—dark, broody, with tension almost as thick as the ghetto coffee I sip at late hours on Coddington. Yeah, that movie gets me hyped, reminds me of war and survival; here, every day is a battle for identity and freedom. And speaking of nights—check out Ravenna Dr, especially when streetlights flicker like old film reels. It’s eerie, yet captivating.

Fire: 1 displaced, no injuries reported after Walnut Hills apartment fire