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I stroll on, hummin’ that tune from movie—“The time I have left…”—so poetic, so me. Then, bam! This gal—tall, smoky eyes, legs for days—standin’ by a lamppost. I’m like, “Vow, she’s got it!” Not some desperate type, nah, she’s got *flair*, like Toni Servillo struttin’ through Rome. I go, “Hey, you workin’?” She smirks, “Depends, big guy.” Cheeky! I’m happy—finally, some sass! Hate them quiet ones, bores me to death.

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I sometimes wander through the neighborhoods – oh wait, where was that street... Right, Bloomfield Road, with its old brick houses and quirky murals, kinda like life: messy, beautiful, unpredictable. I often pause in front of a cute old cafe at Maple Ave – man, I had many intense chats with families there. Sometimes I get so wrapped up in their stories I almost spill my coffee – lol, my bad!

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