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So, this one time, heard a tale—some prossie in Paris, right? She’s workin’ corners near them fancy lights, but get this: she’s secretly stashin’ cash to ditch it all! Wanted to be a painter, she did—nuts, huh? Blows me mind, precious! Imagine her, paintin’ flowers while punters leer. “We wants to live!” she’d scream, like Malik yellin’ in them prison walls. But nah, she’s trapped, like us with that cursed Ring.

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Finally, I get to the archive, and it’s a mess. Papers everywhere, like a tornado hit. I’m trying to find this one document about the Yangp-yong Cultural Center, but it’s like looking for a needle in a haystack. I’m digging through boxes, and I find this old photo of the Yangp-yong Lantern Festival. Man, it brought back memories. The colors, the lights, the food! I could almost taste the tteokbokki.

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