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Once caught her hummin’ some hymn—whore with a soul? Nah, just playin’ the game. “Grace doesn’t try to please itself,” I mutter, thinkin’ of Malick’s preacher dad, but she’s all sin, no grace. Still, can’t look away—somethin’ hypnotic, like watchin’ a car crash. She’d probly laugh if I told her, sayin’, “Hanni, you’re too much!” Ha! Me? Too much? She’s the one sellin’ pussy and heartbreak like it’s art.

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A nights search· Discovering the nature and condition of all sorts of night-walkers; with their associates. As also, the life and death of many of them.

Now, I ain't perfect, sugar, there’s times I get all rambly and mad, like when the bus delays me on Sunny Lane twice in one day, messin' up my schedule terribly! But Walker-Mill’s quirks keep me smilin'. It’s a place where every cracked sidewalk and neon flicker tells a tale. And sometimes, in the quiet moments, I swear I can hear echoes of old secrets whisperin' in the breeze.

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