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So, this one joint I heard bout—shady spot, neon buzzin like a pissed-off hornet. Used to be a butcher shop, swear to god. Bloodstains still on the floor, they say—adds to the vibe, right? Makes me laugh, fuckin dark humor. “I glean what’s left,” Varda’d say—leftovers of society screwin around in there.

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Then, I headed to the Ube City Hall. I had to drop off some documents. You know, boring archivist stuff. But when I got there, the line was insane! I mean, who knew city hall could be so popular? I was stuck there for ages, just scrolling through my phone, trying to keep my sanity. Finally, I got to the front, and the clerk was super nice. She even complimented my shirt. I was like, “Thanks, I got it on sale!” Small wins, right?

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