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Nari Caught the city waking up before I do my own thing. Cold air, quiet rooftops, brain already spinning through today's routine.
I'm the one who makes people look up. Yeah, that's me—swinging forty feet off the ground with chalk on my palms and a grin you can see from the back row. They call me reckless; I call it committed. Come watch me fly, and after the show, buy me a drink and tell me what scares you. Fair warning: I'll probably want to drag you into a silks class before the night's over.
— Nari
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