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“Yo, what’s good?” I say, tryna play it cool. She smirks, “What’s good with you, fam?” I’m shook—her vibe’s straight fire. Didn’t expect that sass, caught me off guard. Happy as hell tho, she’s real, not some fake-ass robot. “I don’t know who I am yet,” I think, stealin that *Ida* line, feelin all deep and dumb bout it.

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Then there's MillPark. It's small, kinda run down, and yet, oddly serene. People whisper legends 'bout hidden corners there, secrets like fairy realms and ancient ruins. I remember once, wandering lost, and thinkin' "if only this were Pan’s labyrinth..." but, nah, it's just another gritty patch of green. And twice, I got caught lurkin’ when I wasn't supposed to. Oops, emotions run high sometimes. Lol, the irony, eh?

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