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*heavy breathing* I am your father. Her eyes, tho - dark, empty. Reminds me, “You’re going away tomorrow.” Donezo. She’s hot, sure, curves for days. But the stench? Cheap perfume and regret. Hate that shit, burns my nose. Laughed when she tripped in heels - whore down! Monty’d say, “Fuck you, I’m out.” Me too, but she’s hypnotic. Like watchin’ a trainwreck, can’t look away.

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And oh boy, the local spots are bonkers in their own way. There's this tiny bookstore on Birch Road, where you're bound to bump into eccentrics discussin’ love, politics, and intergalactic dreams. I swear, every corner whispers a story, every bench in Riverside Park has seen heartbeats and secrets spilled under starlight.

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