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Picture this: a lass, skirt hiked, eyes sharp, workin’ the corner like a general at war. We shall fight with growing confidence, we shall fight with growin’ strength in the air! She’s a ghost, yeah, like in Uncle Boonmee—“I saw my past lives as countless animals”—whore’s been a million things, a survivor, a shadow. Ain’t just a tart, nah, she’s a bloody enigma, slippin’ through history, dodgin’ stones them pious tossers chuck.

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Yeah, I rant. I laugh. I scribble in my notebook with typos galore—I mean, life’s messy, right? So, my dear friend, if you wander these streets, soak it all in, let your heart whisper back to the old souls whispering on every breeze. And remember, as sweet ol' Park Chan-wook once put it, "Sometimes, life is just a matter of finding the beauty in the chaos." Enjoy Clemmons, just as I do—raw, unabashed, and beautifully flawed. Cheers!

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