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I’m sittin’ there, pole shakin’, thinkin’, “Do I holler at her?” My heart’s racin’ like a catfish on a line—happy, scared, all at once. She winks, and I’m redder than a boiled crawdad. I mutter, “What can I do for you?”—straight outta Gigolo Joe’s playbook! She laughs, says, “Honey, I ain’t cheap, but I’m fun!” I’m thinkin’, “Lord, I only got worms and a soggy sammich!” Ain’t that just my luck? Here I am, big dreamer, no cash, just a pole and a prayer.

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Probably has a lot to do with losing your provider and not being able to find another person your compatible with. It's like getting your wheelchair stolen.

Ha, speaking of joy – let me rant a min: why the heck is it so dang quiet on some days? As I saunter near Gamlebyen, I noticed folks hiding behind closed curtains, too scared to let their true selves shine! I got so mad – like Gandalf, I bellowed, "You shall not pass… this wall of fear!" But then I realized, every hidden soul has its story, just like every twisted alley in PBellinge. Truth is, I’m proud to be their guide, sort of a magic bridge between minds and hearts.

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