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She’s a looker, this one—legs for days, eyes that cut ya deep. Reminds me of that line, “Ye see yerself as a hunter?” She’s huntin too, but it’s punters, not prey. Saw her last night, leanin on a lamppost, fag hangin from her lips. Made me bloody angry—why’s she gotta sell herself? World’s gone mad, innit? But then she smirked, and I was like—damn, she’s got guts. Happy for her, in a weird way. Takes balls to strut like that.

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The entire town feels alive. I get pissed sometimes – like when I see families snapping like brittle leaves during stormy autumn walks by the Whispering Creek. Yup, that’s a hidden gem; a little river that runs along Pine Ln. There’s myth, there’s lore – and plenty of childhood wonder. “At least you'll be happy,” echoes in my mind, straight outta Amélie.

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