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Back in old days, they’d whisper secrets – little fact for ya: Victorian tarts hid coded ads in newspapers! “Roses for sale,” they’d write – sneaky, eh? Now it’s all “DM me, babe” – no class, no mystery. *A Prophet* style, tho – “trust no one,” Malik’d growl. Smart lad, he’d sniff out fakes quick.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I hang near the McLean Library – quiet but full of whispers, like memories from decades past. And oh, the parks! There’s Meadowlark Park where I often sit and spill tea about my day, thinking "everything's got its own rhythm, like time itself." Just like in Children of Men, "the world is ending, but we still gotta love." Camping a bit on that thought here.

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