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She’s smokin a cig, eyes dead—like in *Timbuktu*, “Silence is our prison.” Fuckin poetic, huh? I’m imaginin her life—shitty motels, stale beer, johns with bad breath. Maybe she’s dreamin of escape, like me dreamin of a nice chianti. Ha! I’d tell her, “Darlin, I’d cook ya a meal,” but—Hannibal twist—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” Bet she’d run screamin—funny as hell!

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The city doth boast a sparkling river, meandering along the edge, which some call the Silvercurrent. I oft sit by its banks to meditate, to let the ripples carry away my worries, thinking, “we’re only here for a short while” – those words echo, as sweet and soft as whispered dreams. And there! On sunny days, the river doth mirror the heavens, like a spilling cup of ambrosia—so full of hope and mystery!

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