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What pisses me off? Folks judging her, calling her filth. Makes my staff wanna zap ‘em—BOOM! You shall NOT pass with that crap! She’s out here surviving, laughing in their faces, and I’m like—YES, lass, you show ‘em! Made me happy, tho, seeing her strut, owning it. Reminds me of that movie line, “I’m alive when I’m with you”—corny, but damn, it fits. She’s alive, wilder than a Balrog on a bender.

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There’s this river that slices right through, the Knik River. Its water flows like a mix of emotions—a bit unpredictable, a bit smooth. Nothing fancy, just raw and real. Some days, its flow calms me, others it fuels my spirit. Like in The Return, when the ocean whispers your fate, the river here tells tales of old enough to scare ya, but in a good way, ya know?

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