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🎞️ Long-Lost, 1998.
Joined October 2026
There’s a little something happening on our street! A few spots are up for grabs and we thought it would be lovely to have some new faces around. So, if you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to be part of Westview, this might just be your chance.
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ᅠᅠ (🗓) .... The neighborhood is getting ready for a full calendar of happenings! With each day bringing its own story, there's plenty to look forward to on our little street. Life in 𝗪𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄 never stays still for long! ᅠᅠ
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Sitting alone in this quiet chamber upon the wood worn and patterned chair, my form clad in a dark and heavy coat over simple attire, with baggy trousers and sturdy boots planted firm upon the floor, a solitary red rose grasped tightly in my hand as a silent emblem of resolve.
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My posture relaxed yet commanding which I lean back with one arm resting easy, the light filtering through this nearby window casting shadows across the carpeted ground while the weight of unspoken thoughts and steadfast purpose settles deep within my chest like a vow.
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“holiday.. oh, holiyay!” (..🧣) the stockings are hung and the christmas playlist is on repeat. someone's stealing cookies from the kitchen while the rest of us make wishes beneath the mistletoe. perhaps your next favorite memory is waiting here. all you have to do is knock! 🎪
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A most cordial morning to one and all, may you have a blast.
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I stepped out after my morning coffee and walked straight into the rain, the wet pavement stretching far ahead under the heavy sky, water pooling in the cracks, the cold air felt sharp against my face and the soft sound of rain hitting the ground keeping with every step I took.
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The stockings hung, the carols softly playing, the scent of stolen cookies lingering in the air, it paints a picture most charming. One can almost hear the quiet laughter beneath the mistletoe, and feel Christmas drawing near. I should be most glad to wait for the winter break.
“holiday.. oh, holiyay!” (..🧣) the stockings are hung and the christmas playlist is on repeat. someone's stealing cookies from the kitchen while the rest of us make wishes beneath the mistletoe. perhaps your next favorite memory is waiting here. all you have to do is knock! 🎪
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The first of August marked as the day that US Tour-ended.
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Not really a fan of mirror selfie, but somehow the reflection in the mirror kinda pleasing in the eyes. More like addicted to the reflection of a man without a smile, only a face with thousands expressions and questions. Without a smile, do I still looks attractive? who knows.
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The rain can fall however it needs to, but I’m coming closer, slowly and safely. Finally, I am on my way toward the drive home. Udah waktunya pasien berkumpul.
︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ Oceans & engines brought us past every unshared memory, straight to a room lit by soft melodies, midnight conversations. Your drive home ends right here. 📼 ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎
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︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ Oceans & engines brought us past every unshared memory, straight to a room lit by soft melodies, midnight conversations. Your drive home ends right here. 📼 ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎
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Ever got a warrant for being ridiculously funny? I’m effing.
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Lying down on the concrete with nowhere particular to be, the world flipped upside down for a second, just breath, a soft stare, and the quiet weight of the day settling in. With the plaid hangs loose, the sneakers kicked out, everything paused where nothing has to mean much.
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Late night somewhere in The Golden State aka CA, the mild air brushing against my leather jacket as I take a sip from the cup under soft streetlights, the quiet surroundings and not-so empty sidewalks settling into their slower hours while the city keeps its hum in the distance.
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Coming back to this exact quiet corner of soft white curves and cool marble light, sinking deep into this cushion as the only movement while the dark rug and still air fairly holding the room in place, it was just another quiet night.
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Supposedly to put it right, summarizing. The late night-walk.
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Late evenings seem to slow everything down. For example, this mirror becomes more than a piece of glass. That surely becomes a space where I check in with myself before every return to the outside world. It's not just about a smoothing jacket, it's about pausing.
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Hey, I’m really sorry for following you out of the blue without reaching out first. My account isn’t healthy enough to show up in the mentions tab, which I could not properly introduce myself that way. Just wanted to say hi and no pressure at all if you’d rather not connect :D
Hey splendid evening, everyone. I mere be here to seek for new friends, hence leave any trace to have one additional friend. Note, check your followers just in case. Thank you so much.
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Before Venturing Forth Due to @X’s new policy, I have to address that this account is not associated with the real person. All content posted is purely fictional and for roleplaying purposes only.
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