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But real talk—this life’s rough. Cars slowin’ down, dudes leerin’, and I’m mutterin’, “Y’all need Jesus!” She shrugs, says, “Gotta eat, Oprah.” Hits me hard—like Lisa cryin’, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” after that bus mess in the movie. Pain’s universal, y’know? I wanna hug her, scream, “YOU GET A CAR! YOU GET A LIFE!” But I don’t. I just nod.

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‍ ‍ French kissing, Disabled clients, Exhibitionism, Foot worship, Oral (with protection), Rimming (giving), Car meets, Spanking (giving).

I hang around Claridge Park. Yep. Big park, muddy and real. It’s where I counsel women who need a break. They talk, and I listen, despite the noise. There's the old Red Bridge by Rivermist River, always foggy like an Amélie set. “Amélie said, 'Le fabuleux destin d’Amélie Poulain'” – yeah, kinda that vibe, though I hate it all sometimes.

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