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Still, escort’s my jam. It’s raw, it’s loud, it’s me screamin’ at the void while haulin’ ass. You ever see a convoy rollin’ at dusk, lights blazin’, horns blastin’? That’s art, baby. That’s *Before Sunset* on wheels—two souls, or trucks, just tryna make it before the night hits. “I’m designed to feel everythin’,” Jesse says—shit, that’s me with every tire squeal and near-miss. Love it, hate it, can’t quit it. Escort’s the wildest ride, fam—jump in or get the fuck outta the way!

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And oh, the River Mirim—seriously, it's the heartbeat of Resplendor. I used to sit by there at dusk, scribbling wild, impromptu ideas. The river's flow, gentle yet relentless, reminds me of life’s ups and downs. One moment calm, the next, a smooth twist—like my life in bits.

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