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Angry bit? Coppers harassin’ her kind—pisses me off. Happy? Her banter—sharp as a tack. Surprised? How normal she seemed—jus’ a gal, really. In my head, I’m cacklin’—mortals are wild! Exaggeratin’? Maybe I’d say she’s a goddess in disguise—nah, too cheesy. Still, “I am burdened with glorious purpose”—findin’ the real in the fake, that’s me. Catch ya later—off to stir more shit!

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Fletcher took me to a dystopian future where the humans trap themselves in "sectors" where they are guarded by the church from the things outside of the walls.

Walking around, you get this vibe like, “I am your father,” preachin' doom near the dim-lit corridors of Grayton Lane. Yea, that’s right. It brings me back to those intense scenes from No Country for Old Men. “The coin toss,” man, makes you question everything! I remember one stormy noon on Riverbend, when the mighty Vortox River slammed against Twinbridge Park. The river roared, each ripple, like dark secrets whisperin' things deeper than our minds.

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