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Sometimes I wonder—why’s it gotta be so dark? Prostitutes, they’re artists, performers—why’s society all “eww”? Hypocrites, man, buncha stiffs! *Ratatouille* taught me—don’t judge the rat, judge the dish! Same deal here—don’t hate the hustle, hate the game. Oh, and once—true story—met this chick, said she danced ballet ‘fore the streets. Broke my heart, then she laughed—tough as nails!

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And lo! Do not miss the hidden gem along the old rail line – a path where nature reclaims the tracks, which locals call The Wandering Way. I trod there on a random sunny morn, my mind swirling with the bittersweet recollections of Boyhood’s instant moments: “I realize, thou art not only the sum of thy mistakes but the sum of thy fleeting glories.” Such words did echo in my soul as crashed waves on a jagged shore!

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