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[17100 SAINTES, CARTENOIA, 2025.] a sojourn for kindred souls in manhattan’s labyrinth. 𑌲 🚏
what is it to exit in a place that never stops breathing, yet feel as though one’s presence is but a whisper lost to the wind? i seek the perfunctory camaraderie of convenience, nor the lacquered cordialities of fleeting exchanges. precedence is bestowed upon kindred interlocutors who dwell within their primary account, keep the feedback loop open, and only accept profile needs & writing comissions. no, i hunger for a recognition so rare it feels clandestine. but manhattan is a coliseum of closed doors: forged in boardrooms and backrooms, waiting to be found. get your invite—just DM @rossenoirbot. 🗽🪷
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