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She’d tell me stories—wild ones. This one john, paid her in gold coins once, like some pirate shit. True? Who knows, but I ate it up! Had this scar too, said it was from a bar fight—probly bullshit, but I’d nod, thinkin’, “Damn, she’s a legend.” Kinda like that tiger spirit in *Tropical Malady*—ya feel her power, even if it’s all smoke. “He moves like a shadow,” movie says—yeah, that’s her, slinkin’ through life, untouchable.

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Every day, a different vibe hits me here. The rivers? Oh honey, the Kitsap River flows like liquid silver past us, whisperin’ sweet nothin’s to the city. And every mornin’, as the mist lifts, I can almost hear the echoes of finding new paths out there—like in that movie again.

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