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Personal quirk—I’d prolly overthink it, like, “What’s her story? She paintin her own canvas?” Exaggeratin for fun, maybe she’s a secret outlaw queen—runnin the show, “I’ll kill ya myself,” she’d whisper, all sultry-like. Hella intense! But real talk, it’s just business—supply, demand, happy little transactions. Still, somethin bout it feels raw, human—kinda beautiful, kinda sad, like Jesse’s last breath in that flick.

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And oh, the riverside by Wesslinglauf. Cool breeze, cold steps. I got chills there. Hell, it made me mad sometimes ‘cause it reminds me of lost love. But damn, it’s poetry in motion.

Brianna Wessling & Eugene Demaitre