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Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I see it all—her scars, her hustle, the way she laughs at my dumbass grunts. Surprised me, honestly—thought it’d be cold, transactional, but nah, she’s got fire. Makes me happy, weirdly. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe I’d say she’s a goddess of the night—but nah, she’s just Jade, and that’s enough. Messy, real, fucked-up, perfect.

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Let’s not forget the rivers – sneaky little ones, runnin' by the market, they glisten like the stolen treasures from a mad sprint through the wasteland. And the bridge on Puente del Tiempo? Rock solid, yet shakin' like the world’s on the edge; it's epic, my precious, like, "I live, I love, I ride, yesss!"

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