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Clarice… she’s a ghost, y’know? Floatin’ thru life, half-seen. “A butterfly’s wings,” Bauby’d call it—fragile, flappin’ in the dark. Funny tho, she’d probly laugh at that—call it sappy. “Gimme a twenty, poet,” she’d sneer. Sarcasm’s her shield, I bet. Ever think how many’ve walked that path? Millions, probly—history’s littered with ‘em. Rome had ‘em, medieval towns too—hell, even nuns turned tricks sometimes. Shocked me when I read that—nuns! Wild world, Clarice…

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But then, I trip over a curb. Classic me, right? I laugh it off, because what else can you do? Velykyi-Dalnyk, you’ve been a wild ride today. I’m exhausted, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Here’s to more crazy days ahead!

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