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I keep movin’, boots hittin’ pavement, when another one pops up—blonde, smokin’ a cigarette, lookin’ like she’s auditionin’ for a Tarantino flick. “You look lonely, sugar,” she says. Lonely? I’m happier than a pig in mud alone, ya harpy. “I’m gonna scalp ya if ya don’t scram,” I mutter, channelin’ Aldo. She blinks, confused. Good. Hate when they don’t get it. Did ya know, in old France, they branded prostitutes with a fleur-de-lis? Marked ‘em like cattle. Brutal, but kinda badass.

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Park time – Jefferson Pk for sure. Grass, trees, bench with tag “Remember, every moment’s fleeting,” echoes Leviathan's dark soul. Theres this tiny path near the river, ya know, where water trickles and makes you feel iinfinite. Like my code, messy but full of life!

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