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Picked it up at some shady pawn shop, smelled like regret and stale beer. Guy said it belonged to a bluesman—died broke, screwin’ around, typical. Strings rusted, body scratched to hell, but damn, it sings. Play it, and it’s like “the screams never stop”—straight from *Son of Saul*. That dark, guttural tone, pissed me off at first—too real, too messy. Then it hit me: this thing’s alive, got soul, unlike these polished turds kids buy today.

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I really love the artstyle, and it seems like there's a pretty solid framework set up here. Like that other guy said, though, the writing so far is pretty.

Neighborhoods? They got some cool quirks. Downtown's buzzing with art hubs and funky cafes on Arty Corner. I always meet a new, quirky soul who says, "That's what she said!" at the tiniest joke. It's hilarious. And oh, Westside, with its tiny shops and that old bakery on Crumb St, reminds me of my first massage gig gone wild.

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