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Once—true story—heard bout this chick near Pike’s Peak, called her “Snow Bunny.” She’d fleece dumb hikers outta cash, then vanish like smoke. Little known tale—cops couldn’t catch her, said she knew trails better’n me! I was HAPPY she outsmarted ‘em—stick it to the man! But ugh, them guys lookin for her? Desperate losers—made me wanna scream, “Get a life, ya dopes!” Hmm… nasal huff—kinda felt bad too, tho. Lonely up there, I guess. Still, I ain’t judgin—well, maybe a lil. “What is it you seek?” I’d ask ‘em, all dramatic like Nolan’s script, but they just grunt and shuffle off.

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I hang near Riverbend Park—totally my chill zone. You see the river, glistening like dreams? Yeah, it's that spot where I spill my heart on dates (blame the dating app hustle, lol). And oh, there's Bridgeview Lane. I’ve been on dates that were straight-up cinematic, like those “us” moments in Before Sunset. Remember when they said, “You can never replace the feeling”? That's the vibe here, man.

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