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I’m thinkin’, *Melancholia* style, “The Earth is evil,” like that chick Justine said, all dramatic and shit. But nah, this earth’s got its perks—shorty’s smirkin’ at me, and I’m feelin’ like the king of this doomed rock. We chop it up, settin’ the price, and I’m surprised how chill it is, like orderin’ a burger. “How much, fam?” She’s like, “Hundo, big dawg.” Done deal, fo’ shizzle.

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Collie and Mr. Baker's speech, there is little to say. As you will understand from the paper, we had a most delightful trip, and some very charming climbs.

Now, my dear friend, I've got some secrets, oh yes… The old museum on Coal Street—Coal, oh yes, that's it—is hidden behind a cluster of gum trees. Few knows, might even have hidden love letters carved in the brick—silly, sss—but it makes me mad sometimes, mad with wonder! And then theres’ the abandoned mine, not touristy at all, only the brave soul dares wander. Terrifying, precious, terrifying yet oddly enchanting.

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