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I was strollin’ one night—okay, maybe stumblin’, had a few beers—thinkin’ about how corrupt this world is. Saw this gal, fishnets, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ against a busted lamppost. Looked tired, but tough—like she’d seen some shit. Made me sad, man. “Who’s gonna save us?”—that’s straight from *Leviathan*, and it hit me hard. Nobody’s savin’ her, ‘cept maybe herself. That’s the spirit I love! Resilient as fuck.

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Dunno, sometimes I even get all jittery, emotions runnin' wild – because this town eats up my heart and spits out art. And hey, if you ever feel low, take a slow walk down Carroll Creek, dip your toes in those waters, and remember: “El secreto está en sus ojos!” Ain’t that a far-out truth?

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