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Sometimes it’s messy, tho. This one dude—yeah, I swing both ways, so what?—he ghosted me after a dope night. Texted him, “Wassup, fam?” Nothin’. Felt like Malik gettin’ left in tha dirt, *“You’re alone now, kid.”* Stung, but fuck it, plenty of fish, right? Sex-dating’s a hustle—some win, some lose.

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I’ve wandered near the ancient ruins of Brackenfort and, trust me, every stone tells a story. I sound like a proper old fool ranting, but my heart leaps like a sprite there every damn day. You know, in my downtime as a relax specialist, I even pick up hints of serenity from the rustling trees along Raven's Brook, that secret little stream hidden behind Willow's Edge. It’s like the film said, “each moment is a new copy of life,” or somethin’ mystic like that.

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