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Now, lemme tell ya, it’s not all giggles. Some girls got stories that’d gut ya—ran from worse than me, y’know? Heard this one tale, chick fled a warzone, ended up here. Broke my cold little heart, and I don’t break easy. “Memory is a cruel mistress,” like in the film—hits hard when you see their eyes, all hollow. Still, I play it cool, toss her a wink, “You’re tougher than Thor’s skull.” She smirked—win for me.

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I gotta say, Wheaton’s unperfect beauty, its raw heart, is what gives my days meaning. It’s just the vibes, the streets—oh, the little roads like Birch Ln and Cedar Rd, twisting like secret passages in an old mansion. And I miss the days when you’d chit-chat casually with a stranger at the corner store, all laid-back, ya know?

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