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In the quiet alleyways between the cacophony of car horns, whispers of those souls sparkle, each weaving stories the city forgets. - Aurora Penn In the quiet alleyways between the cacophony of car horns, whispers of those souls sparkle, each weaving stories the city forgets. - Aurora Penn In the quiet alleyways between the cacophony of car horns, whispers of those souls sparkle, each weaving stories the city forgets. - Aurora Penn