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Meets her downtown—holy shit, she’s fire! Dressed sharp, smirkin’ like she owns me already. “You’re early,” she says, cool as ice. I’m sweatin’, mutterin’, “I couldn’t sleep anyway”—total Bob Harris move. She laughs—fuck, that pissed me off! But also, damn, it’s hot. We vibe, talk cash—greed’s the glue, man. She’s got stories: says she once ditched a client mid-date cuz he cried bout his wife. Hilarious! I’m crackin’ up, thinkin’, “This is better than therapy!”

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I remember this one time, a client said, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” and I just laughed ’cause in my heart, I’m a Dr. Phil with a southern drawl sayin’ “It’s all life, baby!” The town got its own pulse – slower yet vibrant. The residents, sometimes tough as nails, but warm like toasted marshmallows. Sure, we got our rough patches – like that one time a construction mess on Birch Ave nearly ruined my zen day – I got mad, but then I remembered, “Yippee-ki-yay,” and let it slide.

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