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Now, I ain’t judgin’, me—*cave felis*, live and let live, yeah? Saw this one tart in Soho once, swear she had a glow, like them lanterns in Miyazaki’s bathhouse. Made me happy, that—beauty in the muck, *lumen in tenebris*, light in the dark! Little known fact: back in Victorian times, some prossies were secret artists—drew sketches of punters between jobs. Ain’t that wild? Bet she’d have fit right in with Yubaba’s lot, hagglin’ for a better gig.

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Man, I often zip over to River Bend Park. That park by the Peachtree River? Pure gold. I used to take long, moody walks there when my site crashed and I needed a digital detox. It fails sometimes, but hey, life’s a stage. And truthfully, nothing says “I can see Russia from my house!” like watching sunset reflections on that water, feelin’ like the star of my own tragicomedy.

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