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So, this one time, heard a tale—some prossie in Paris, right? She’s workin’ corners near them fancy lights, but get this: she’s secretly stashin’ cash to ditch it all! Wanted to be a painter, she did—nuts, huh? Blows me mind, precious! Imagine her, paintin’ flowers while punters leer. “We wants to live!” she’d scream, like Malik yellin’ in them prison walls. But nah, she’s trapped, like us with that cursed Ring.

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First off, I hit the streets of Vesper Lane. It’s always buzzing, like a beehive on caffeine. I’m just trying to grab a coffee at that little spot, Brewed Awakening. You know, the one with the weird art on the walls? Yeah, that place. I order my usual—double shot, no foam, extra hot. But the barista? She’s like, “We’re outta beans.” Outta beans?! In Mindresti?! I mean, c’mon!

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