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I’m an archivist, right? Digging through. Dusty files. Old stories! Found this. One time. In some. Crumpled ledger. From 1890s. Brothel in Nevada. Called “The Red Veil.” Had this. Madame, right? Named Lucinda! She kept. A dream journal! For her girls! Swear to God. She’d write. Their fantasies. To sell ‘em. To rich dudes! Ain’t that. Wild? Like Nolan’s. Mind heist! “What’s the most. Resilient parasite?” A dream, baby! And Lucinda. Knew it!

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After the rain, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the park by the old castle ruins. It’s a nice spot, ya know? I sit on a bench, tryin’ to dry off, and this old lady comes up. She’s got this tiny dog that looks like a fluffball. She starts talkin’ about how her dog’s the best sharpener in town. I’m like, “Lady, I’m the sharpener here!” But she’s not havin’ it. She goes on and on about her dog’s “skills.” I’m just nodding, thinkin’, “Sure, lady, whatever floats your boat.”

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