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Pissed me off, tho—how she played everyone. Cops, johns, even me! I trailed her once, thought I’d bust her for somethin’ small, get her talkin’. Nah, she spots me, winks, and dips into an alley. Gone. Poof! Like Yinniang vanishin’ into the mist—“She moves unseen.” Fuckin’ ghost, man. Had me yellin’ at my coffee next mornin’, partner laughin’ his ass off. “Joey, she’s too quick for ya!” Yeah, fuck you too, pal.

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My journey is anchored in Love and Healing. Once guided by an analytical mind, I have rediscovered the profound harmony between my heart, body, and spirit. Through Missing: Bunhe.

I think about the day. The craziness, the laughter, the stress. Bunhe’s wild, man. It’s got its ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I mean, where else can you have a pigeon poop on your friend and still call it a good day?

Russia’s Donbas proxies flood Yunkom Mine despite risk of radioactive catastrophe