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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? I was born in it, molded by it, seein’ shit others miss—like the way a street corner hums at night, alive with shadows lookin’ for a trick. Findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Ain’t just a quick Google or a stroll downtown. Nah, it’s a dance, a messed-up waltz under neon lights, and I’m thinkin’ of *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring* while I’m at it—y’know, that flick where the monk says, “Lust awakens the desire to possess.” Damn right it does.

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I love sneaking off to hidden corners—like that abandoned lot behind the community church on Birch Ave. (not for the faint-hearted, clearly). I always found it mesmerizing, weirdly peaceful, under that vast Alabama sky, letting my mind wander with cinematic grace, like… “Sometimes the past never truly dies.”

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