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I’m the girl who wears chaos like a crown. Vintage Levi’s paired with holographic boots, hair dipped in liquid gold (or maybe midnight blue—depends on the moon). My sketchbook is a rebellion: coffee stains next to Dadaist collages, subway tickets glued over sonnets. I turn sidewalks into runways and silence into Spotify playlists. Rules? I collect them just to tear the pages. My life’s a mixtape of ‘what if’ and ‘why not’—press play