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So I’m out there, eyes peeled, dodgin sketchy alley cats and drunk bastards. This one time—swear to God—saw a chick in fishnets, leanin on a lamppost, smokin a cig like she owned the damn night. Reminded me of Mi-do, all mysterious n shit, but with a harder edge. I’m thinkin, “Is she the one?” Heart’s racin—fuck, it’s thrilling! Like Dae-su hammerin his way outta that hellhole, I’m chasin somethin too.

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You gotta check out some of the lesser-known facts, too. Ever seen the old steel mill remains by the docks? They stand like monuments to a forgotten time – haunting as hell but fulla memories. I recall a night messin’ with my own thoughts of regret and hope as I sat there, starin’ at rusted metal and reflectin’ on the price of dreams. “Like, what do we do now, motherf***er?” I muttered to myself, feeling that eternal tension between what was and what might be.

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